Monday, August 27, 2007


She can fill a canvas
With every color in the world
Create the perfect picture
With only brushstrokes
Its beauty
Brings tears to the eyes

He creates worlds
With only simpls words
You become emersed in it
Experience it
Yet it's only written in black ink
And on common paper

She captures the very essence of life
In her photos
The joy
The pain
The glory
The shame
Her camera is her best friend
And her photos are her memories

His words can touch
The hearts of men
Even though there is only
A handful of them
They fill only one page
But speak volumes

If only the world weren't so
Judgemental, prejudice
Then maybe these gifted
Could share with no worries
But such a place does not exist
Yet one of these few
Can make a difference
Maybe even create such a place...

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word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming