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Evolution Of The Artist
The courage
To walk about your dreams
Is the evolution
Of the artist,
Oh there are
The techie ones
Putting notes and colors
And words together
With engineering precision,
Every fucking thing
Rhymes and matches
But there’s no
Plucking your magic
Strings,
That mystical moment
Like being flashed
By a gorgeous woman
Is missing,
Get lost in the steam
From an espresso machine,
Dance through the rain
Into your dreams,
Whisper to those too afraid
To say I love you
That it’s only
Your soul on fire.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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