Art Of The Crafts Poem by Louis Borgo

Art Of The Crafts



Finest of art culture pure of glass

How would the rain rejoy or dance in flame

Color of nights bridge of the unknown

Roof of a kite keys to wine in do one feel the thunder

Laughter of first breath and turn of day of wake of each day

Can a touch of a palm tell how a story willing beginning or end

Sound of pure thunder is it a sign of worth or sign from beyond work

News or news unto the cater worst or best days a head learner curve or a gift

From above

If I gave my all would work show on my face or would be in vein

Color of a crystal could tell a man work what is at the top of missile toe

Truth love.

Friday, July 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love,love and art
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