Bruciare Tela

April 29, 2011
Fire within my soul burns with the passion of my being.
The creator of my infinite world rests between my steady fingers,
Waiting with baited breath to fulfill its purpose,
To scrawl the right combination of words
Across a lonely blank page, longing to be filled
Images illuminate the minds of the viewers
Hearts bleed crimson and eyes spill emotions who try to hide.
Forget the reality of the conscious circle
Close those eyes that see too much hate
And open them to new world of wonder and possibility
Unlock your heart to the passion I implant
And allow yourself to feel for the first time

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