my craft
is smelting words
and painting feeling
it's made of all the whispers of the world-
if you listen, you can hear them too
-and the dreams that go unseen
song lyrics
and moonbeams
starlight
and sun dappled forests
the gray zone
between wrong and right
me and you
black and white
my craft
sketches ideas
with syllables
and makes the impossible
possible, with bridges to reality
my craft
is poetry.
is smelting words
and painting feeling
it's made of all the whispers of the world-
if you listen, you can hear them too
-and the dreams that go unseen
song lyrics
and moonbeams
starlight
and sun dappled forests
the gray zone
between wrong and right
me and you
black and white
my craft
sketches ideas
with syllables
and makes the impossible
possible, with bridges to reality
my craft
is poetry.
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