Inner light

December 15, 2010
Is a picture really worth a thousand words?
One image frozen forever in time,
And only time can tell if it will be heard.
The words that grow, and the words that sow, believe in rhyme.
Hours of deep thought poison the soft mind.
A blank canvas is a start of new life.
Words of love and hate as paint must unwind.
Expressions of the heart cut like a knife.
Many colors burst into different life lights,
and different subjects bring out people's differences.
The sense's in wonder are overwhelmed by sight.
All people proclaim their own existence,
But in the end who has say in what is right.
For me, I follow my own inner light.

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