Poetry
Flows in isolation
Thoughts of others
Wax brilliant as the moon
Against a darkened sky
Ordering the world to our thoughts
Fears and desires held captive
At the tip of a pen
Artistry
Is a public celebration
Living poetry in the company of others
Entwining stories like dancing leaves
In the bright blue light of day
Engaged and present
Enjoying the poetry of life un captured
Hearts open, minds quiet
We become Artists
Living the Poetry of Earth
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