I miss the lines on thick-set paper,
[ Those framed black eyelashes ]
Hours of shading with gray pencil,
[ Attentive with forgotten ears ]
Making the edges graceful and thin.
[ Like a racing wheelbarrow ]
Those flying drawings brought me
[ Pratt and Cooper art ]
Acclaim. And now I cannot find them...
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.