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A poem about the art of writing |
| Ink glids across an empty canvas; Whiteness smudged with velvet ebony-- A menagerie of words in pure iambus; Captured in a book of sheer poetry; An author's masterpiece of great literature-- A poet's heart that is set to music; The words of Yeats, Wilde and Shakespeare Told by the masters in a style that is unique. © Mary Aris, All rights reserved |