Woe to the writer at loss of words,
for he hath no more soul to bear.
Woe to the artist with mended heart,
for his canvas bleeds no more.
Woe to the spiritual with a perfect path,
for their soul will never be torn apart.
Woe to the one who cloaks himself in sanity,
for life on the fringe hath no compare.
Excellent. I like this for so many reasons…it describes life so perfectly and in so many different ways.
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Thank you. 🙂
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