Writer's Release

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My pencil escapes to etch the face of the sun's rays 

-Dancing forth from my hurried fingertips 

Winds sing with a pitch of peace 

-Reciting the verse with precise hymns

 

I am the wander'r  

Catching a ride on earth's rolling tides 

A poet- 

With the harmony of holy 

And the wounds of evolutionary suicide

 

A child laughs 

-I capture the shade within her eyes 

An old man whose life has passed by 

-My lead paints the tears he can no longer hide

 

Divinity and despair are my parchment seeds; 

The breath of a lover  

The uncompassed motion of the trees 

These are the elements to which my spirit becomes- me

 

For to wake upon a dawn and not be that which is poetry- 

Shall be the day which I no longer wake- 

For that is day my soul has been released

 

 

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