No wisdom, have I to share, For I, am a master, of none. My hand, have not applied, A thousand coats of, shiny paint, onto blank canvas. Hands of mine, have not molded, clay into viable, material life like, statue. Eyes within, cannot hold true, the hue which, paints with beauty, the light. For I,…
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FREESTYLE CREATIVE WRITTING (a beginning)
Stooping down by rolling river, rapid water splish splashing, reverbing off rock and ebbed soil. Little paw reaching in, fishing about for its afternoon tea. Triumph, harrumph, the fish slipped away, pouting river rat slumps down against the haggard tree. It’s branches draping him from the Summer Sun, lazily drifting away to slumber. Gazing down…
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