When I look at days gone far behind
I want to say
I am grateful for placing my pen on paper
This art is my heart
It has brought me endless inspiration
What’s not a muse
I have stretched my mind to paint images
Crazy at times.
If I never touched that feather
Into the ink
If I never took that bold step
Six months behind
I would never know how much you’re waiting
To hear my voice
I would never know how much you’re listening
To all my sounds.
arrowbird 
You’d never know who longs for this writing,
The voices, words and lines with the scripting
The baggage of uniqueness and the smiley
Art is the scientific side of the social
Thank you arrowbird, the inkling bird.
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Thank you Wolverine. Your eyes of science have borne into them dedicatedly.
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