Irresistible Art And Desire

Amada Paul Israel
@israelamadapaul172464
2 months ago

With quill in hand and heart of fire's bright gleam,
Thou seek'st not gold, nor praise, nor fleeting fame.
In poesy, thy soul doth find its dream,
And in its verse, thou mak'st thine humble claim.

For trophies glitter, yet soon fade to dust,
But words, like stars, in heaven's vault do shine.
In art's pure light, thy heart doth place its trust,
And in its craft, thou dost thy soul refine.

Thine ink doth flow, not for the crowd's acclaim,
But for the love of verse, in truth's fair guise.
Thy muse, unbound by fleeting, worldly fame,
Doth whisper sweet, where only beauty lies.

So let the world its golden lauds bestow,
On those who crave the glittering, hollow prize.
Thou seek'st instead the quiet, steady glow,
Of words that live, where fleeting glory dies.

For in the sacred art of writing fair,
Thou findest peace that neither fades nor flees.
Thy love, like roots that earth's deep soil doth share,
Grows strong with time, and ever seeks to please.

Thus, write thou on, with heart and hand aligned,
In art's embrace, thy spirit is enshrined.

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