as I write these words
with the tool of an artist
I set upon the wooden freehold

thunder
rumbles
in the distance but it is far away
I am safe from the trance

so walk my friend amidst the rain
and lay your paper down
take in the beauty of the storm
and take in the serenes of the lightning

we are one

And as thunder and lightning
we strike togeather
in a pose
of utter, poetic irony
two clouds
born into one
creating a storm
of beautiful magnitude

so I walk amidst the rain
seeking you my friend
I lay my paper down
in the beauty of our storm
and finally
we are one

~one night, at camp, I left my poetry portfolio out in the rain. The next
morning when I went back to get it the first half of this poem was scrawled
on a piece of paper in my folder.(up until the first time it says 'we
are one') I liked it and decided to finish it and it thusly bacame
'Tool of an unknown artist'. I never found out who wrote the first
half.~
 
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