it is a mystery to me how some men write stories
in other men's hearts as nature writes stories in me
I can see how a man may paint a picture real portrait
with paint or pencil charcoal or brushes swift reality
I can see how lines can be drawn shaped in shape shaded
I can see how colour can flow run in dimensions on canvas
I can see how mysteries of life are image captured on parchment
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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