The Wonders Of A Poet And A Artist.

Poem By Raymond John

I followed the steps of Jacobs Lawrence’s.
The colors, line and details of every painting
I study every history and facts.
I wondered if I ever belong to an artist.
I followed my heart wondering if their could ever be a space of changing my future. But wondered if I could fit a fancy future in my heart.
I wondered if I ever fit in the world of poetry.
I hear words, feel the message, and feel the soars.
I open my eye; imagine the words of Langston Hugh poems.

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