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My Sketch diary
November 5, 2015
Deep in the bellows,
in the grave of profound shade
magic words hiddden in every line.
every shadow had some light,
all gapes in not filled.
From pretty girls, do daziling men
down to cats of skill and dogs of thrill
Shadows and layouts
are what i do
Sketch till hands are black and blue
in the depth of the pages
to the light of the dark
my art screams of a a eye
a peek a glance
proud
or scared
of what they think
tis; good or tis bad
i shall never know
because art is dead.
© Michael H., Milford, CT
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im crazy for drawing! but i tend not to do well and i notice that people have givven up on the art of painting or drawing or even doodles on homework.