Gary W. Sherwin's Poetry
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God takes his brush in hand to paint... Sun light coaxing the morning mist To rise above the dancing water. His palette is of rainbow light. The canvas stretched across the earth Brings life and death to all that live there The water is the hue he chose. The song it sings and dance it leaps He knew and wrote before he started time. |
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