Brave
Oh heart of depth
Another round of applause
For works of art that try the mind
A truly worthy cause
What goes into your process
The journey that you choose
The words that always win
In a soul that seems to lose
Bravo
Oh heart of depth
Your crescendo in evident
Each work of art a tortured one
Every word worth its pence
Quiet lips which grace your solemn expression
With eyes that blaze and scream with pencil's tip
No failure, just falling in your view
Little infants of poetry birthed within your grip
Bravo
Oh heart of depth
Tumultuous in the veil of words formed
Falling into underestimating eyes
Knowing not the whirlpool they swarm
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC
Brave
Oh heart of depth
Another round of applause
For works of art that try the mind
A truly worthy cause
What goes into your process
The journey that you choose
The words that always win
In a soul that seems to lose
Bravo
Oh heart of depth
Your crescendo in evident
Each work of art a tortured one
Every word worth its pence
Quiet lips which grace your solemn expression
With eyes that blaze and scream with pencil's tip
No failure, just falling in your view
Little infants of poetry birthed within your grip
Bravo
Oh heart of depth
Tumultuous in the veil of words formed
Falling into underestimating eyes
Knowing not the whirlpool they swarm
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