As far as my mind can ever possibly see,
we all need to express what it is to be,
with tounges of velvet,sharpened on stones,
and desperate fingers reaching out from our homes,
our aching wounds drip beautiful dew,
that is seen by many yet refreshes us few,
born within and desperate to escape,
sculpters of words we are compelled to shape,
below and above mightier than all,
poets are lifted whenever we fall,
language is the stone and life is the chisel,
lets carve the verse so it's clear to all
Please tell me what you think
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This is beautiful...i love it. So expressive.
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Account of the poetic art from several angles. At first I read 'we all need to express what is to be' as in prophesizing, then looked closer and saw the actual line. Tongues of many textures (I often see it written as tounges, but check the dictionary) fingers desperate or otherwise reach out from mice and keyboards, hope the dew of wounds refresh, liking sometimes the manna of words they deposit. Another spellcheck nit first word in l8 'sculptors' of words. Poets or readers falling give a lift, language the stone and life the chisel could also be reversed.
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