a portrait
that night when words were whispering and the room was quiet and stark the thought in fearless beguile mounted the empty page like muses from the ages it clasped the trembling hand and in a fondled embrace penned the painted picture down courage sprung from syllables from impressions old as time and in that blessed time span many a poem was conceived i enthuse - my existence resembles not an illusion nor a sheer waste of ink but rather a portrait or a spirited work of art
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ndowie
I am a teacher from South Africa, married with two boys and I just love LIFE. "Words are spears and the absence thereof is a detriment to the armour of the soul".
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