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What poetic alchemy,
Turning this leaden torch
Into golden lines, gestured,
With a dancer's refine,
Is, artfully, divine?

Alighting, this pen's unending point,
Being pointless, does bemuse,
As a painting's frameless frame
Allows a window within
The artist's heart.

Yet, betwixt words, lines,
Poetry's music fathoms
The depths of our feelings,
Heights of our intellect
And imagination,
Breadth of our spirit,
Well of our soul,

Alluding to the unknown,
Saliently, like
An echo in the wind.
For, the muse
But whispers, silently;
Moving in mysterious ways.



Challenge :) JFTLOI: phrase:

“an echo in the wind”; with Myrna

By reality1

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge-read page for rules, info, and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge-read page for rules, info, and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge-read page for rules, info, and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)


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