Sunday, June 15, 2008

your turn

I never thought we'd shared one thing

To create masterpieces with just writing

With flowing inks to match the mind

Of extraodinary pieces no one can find

Your smooth work flows unto the page

And filled it with hues of colour from the wand of a mage

Unleash your potential and say what may

For I'm wrong with what my intentions say

Who could have thought such atroscious person

Could use a pen to mark the season

And cease all time into a standstill

but catch that moment of gold to gild

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