I salute my friend...

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I salute my friend, the artist, the writer

Bearer of gifts he doesn't even know,

A poet with a heart of gold, a dreamer

Painter of words with a magic glow.

Banisher of dark worlds and sadness,

Commander of words,  he kills all sorrows

When he pours colours onto the grey universe,

A magician with a quill that flows.


I salute my friend, the artist,  weaver

Of dreams, poet with a tortured soul.

Master of unborn stories written in fever.

He who never received but gave his all.

I salute my friend the artist, the writer

Who moved many hearts but doesn't know

Oblivious of his talent, poet unaware.

How I long to write as beautifully as he does.

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