to create inside and bring it out
into the world without doubt
is nearly impossible
i rush into the mind of my heart
attempting to paint a picture of that art
and i stumble
to build the words into a form
alone do not let them be born
but with my sisters
the struggle to grow into our body
they try to keep we from making our harmony
but we are not buried
our world comes forth into a rushing wind of song
that carries us along
and the colors come pouring
down like rain we stain the earth
and from it grows tress, flowers in mirth
we laugh together
they could not stop, or control, or bind
too keen, too wise, too brilliant our minds
we grow despite
our art is us
from dust to dust
our bond we make this life together.
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