Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Divine Hands

Falling sunlight spreads the colors all around
A feast of peace for he who has settled in his heart
The brush unseen, nor the artist's hands
That's the marvel of the one hidden among the creation,

A task well done, anonymously.

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  1. A maker with no name or form, my friend, it is what the world is missing out on by trying to capture the essence of a being few understand the way a true poet does.