With his pen,
Send visions of supernatural feelings,
Hurling through the skies,
From the outer space of his mind,
And then, back into his pen.
Images and feelings coincide,
With sentiments that flow from inside,
So Unpredictable! !
Until the moment When,
It’s right to give sight,
Into his fantasy world of delight,
Where painting with his pen,
Preceded almost always,
By an existential fight,
A poem is born,
Painted with this magic light.

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