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soft, smokey lines
that flow and pulse.
dark, hard creases
that stick out on their own.
smooth, white paper
to be molded and folded.
sharp, tipped pencils
lined up in a row.
thin, black pens
inking up the paper.
warm, gentle hands
to create this piece of art work.
bold, creative minds
to think the unthought.
slow, steady breathes
start the peaceful vibe.
The needs flows through my fingers
and create
this.
- by inking the world |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/09/2010 |
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