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He's painting by the moonlight |
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Silver shadows bloom. |
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Peering out a window |
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At the world outside his room. |
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Midnight she was dreaming |
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She was falling through the stars, |
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Sweeping up her secrets |
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Then she seals them in a jar. |
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Crossing to the canvas, |
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Turning on a dime. |
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Often while he's painting |
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Every brushstroke seems to rhyme. |
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Tales spill on the pages, |
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Pouring from her pen. |
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Quiet inspiration |
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That will visit now and then. |
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Sunrise in the city, |
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Eighteen floors above, |
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Wondering why this yearning |
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Fits him like a glove. |
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Sewing in the garden, |
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Roots are growing 'round her toes. |
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Naming all the seedlings, |
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Giving back more than she owes. |
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Cross-eyed from creation, |
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Sharpened like a blade. |
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Running down the alleys, |
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Free and unafraid. |
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There's a sunny spot on Bird St. |
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In a corner tucked away. |
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They danced there on the sidewalk, |
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Hidden from the fray. |
