Young, talented artist
young talented artist
you drew with a kind of passion
a kind of originality &
beauty that no one ever had
you took me in to your world
without even speaking
just drawing
the way your hand moves
swiftly back and fourth
across the paper
your canvas
young talented artist
who doesn't draw anymore
has let their talent
fall by the wayside
who has forgotten
young talented "artist" is no more...
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