Maria's Poems: Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own

Monday, December 1, 2008

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own

nature into his pictures -- Henry Ward Beecher Stars Every time I try To count the stars in the sky They seem to forever multiply So many I seem to miss Will it always be like this Like trying to measure my bliss Reaching for the stars Is an easier task When I take off my mask I watch them twinkling... Sign in to see full entry.

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This is where I will be writing and posting my poetry - a lot of which was written between the years of 17 - 19 (I am now 50!!) I have only just found the urge to do something with these poems and have started adding slowly to my collection - I hope you like them (I'm still feeling my way here)

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