No salacious spirit cutting the glass
Armor off and the rain cleanses
Thunder amidst the green avenues
Fall lands slowly like the seven dwarves
The will is where art lives
Humble before the seraphim
The thought of you like a blue sea
Quiet an invention of a loving God
Dappled sun like a beautiful quilt
A lamp to write these grateful fruits
Wood floors with gnomes of crickets
Home is a visitation of peace
Sanctuary like rabbits in the garden
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I submit you crafted a quote within this Poem-{ The Will is where art Lives }- I like that observation very much. through an Individuals own Sheer will art is Born; Crafted, and Lives on. Keen insight, and observation right there.