Free my feet of rusted fetters,
Transform in my hands a sword from the scar.
Erase from my eyes the foggy mist
And when you look at me I can hold your gaze.
Sketch the way for my heart’s liberation
‘cause only your pencil can form my whole.
Any specific suggestions? Ideas for a better title?
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Wow, I was almost captivated within your words.
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Thank you!
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this is an amazing poem
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Thanks!
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I don't see "portrait" in these words. I'm not sure what I see. The imagery is stunning, but the two stanzas seem to have a great rift between them, very different styles, and it's not feeling cohesive for me.
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