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The Eternal Artist

By Frances Ayers | Category :: Poem

The Eternal Artist(For My Brother Patrick)



Time no longer holds you in its’ hands

You are free from the burdens of an ordinary man

Ethereal beings guide you to the artists’ den

All of heaven and earth is your canvas now

Beckoning you to to capture clouds and angels wings

To observe and record the changing scene

Capturing birds in flight soaring through a breeze

Vibrant colors spill from the brush in your hand

At last you have shed the confinements of a mortal man

By Frances Ayers | May 2, 2013 | Category > Poem >Death | Comments 1 | Views 510

 
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Rubi Sarma
heart touching....
 

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