By: VOICE OF SILENCE
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Seeds of duty know not the flower,
nor its blooming day………
Time passing, it seems provides clarity,
Until that very moment,
it’s all just a concept.
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Seeds of duty know not the flower,
nor its blooming day………
Time passing, it seems provides clarity,
Until that very moment,
it’s all just a concept.
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Mysteriously,
haunting your most inner thoughts.
Those waltzes within mystical excursions.
That first day we met,
was when the journey started.
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Traveling that uncharted course of artist and poet.
Living the dreams through each’s eyes,
beliefs strong enough.
Passions compressed so deeply within words – art,
embraced with such actions.
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haunting your most inner thoughts.
Those waltzes within mystical excursions.
That first day we met,
was when the journey started.
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Traveling that uncharted course of artist and poet.
Living the dreams through each’s eyes,
beliefs strong enough.
Passions compressed so deeply within words – art,
embraced with such actions.
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Whispers in gentle breezes,
echoing though your words and my artistry.
Beauty so combined together,
perfection expressed in raw grandeur.
Those that read or gazed upon were spellbound.
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echoing though your words and my artistry.
Beauty so combined together,
perfection expressed in raw grandeur.
Those that read or gazed upon were spellbound.
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Is said picture is worth a thousand words yet,
without both combined we’re nothing.
Your expression of my art,
created the true meaning of the piece.
And your words created,
what the piece from creation into existence became.
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You the cha·ris·ma,
suppose I was the swag·ger that combined us.
Suppose that last art and
last words said it all.
The picture of your soul and mine combined,
never to be seen nor read,
just ours to cherish……
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* Look To The STARS *
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without both combined we’re nothing.
Your expression of my art,
created the true meaning of the piece.
And your words created,
what the piece from creation into existence became.
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You the cha·ris·ma,
suppose I was the swag·ger that combined us.
Suppose that last art and
last words said it all.
The picture of your soul and mine combined,
never to be seen nor read,
just ours to cherish……
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* Look To The STARS *
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Late Night Poets 