Somewhere Inside

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By Dianna

Deep within himself In his canvas world he resides. A world beyond perspective. Painting colors past imagination. Painting reality in his light. Deep within himself In his own symphony he exists. Composing music with unknown tones. Notes beyond our hearing. Making music of his feelings. Deep within himself, Unaware of his real surroundings, He lives his life in freedom. Where his paintbrush runs wild To the music that he writes.

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October 6, 2005 19:27Salem

I really liked this poem...you have a good writing style.