Splattered Words

It seems words fly on the paper

No idea how, just like vapor

The words appear one after the other

It's a work of art unlike another

It isn't even a challenge

Just like a door on a hinge

One word opens another gateway

A portal to something better to say

This is my art, my expression

But I have one confession

It can't ever be mine alone

There has to be some inspiration shown

Or else there is nothing to write

But the work still seems quite alright

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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