Poem #1: To Live, To Dream, To FlyTo Live, To Dream, To FlyPoem #1: To Live, To Dream, To Fly by Cedric-Scorch
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To sketch, to live, to dream,
That we wrote and draw with stream.
Our constant flow, imagine by heart,
That begins a fresh and likely start.
Now we soar, presented like birds,
To taken wings and flew with words.
Coursing through our goal shall mean,
That send a path to eternal routine.
Yet what is our goal to inspire,
When we see nothing to our desire.
What value to continue, what style to be,
What expression we make the common free.
Answers define to our likely mean,
That send a strange and wondrous routine.
Through hardship exist and simple bliss,
The answer was simple, without a miss.
This had shown that art derive,
That dreams were real and quite alive.
The story goes on from written soul,
That express their means to epic goal.
To the sheets of time of blanked slate,
To the hopes of bond that we could relate.
Now the days were set to bind,
For artists time to express their mind.
Upon your eyes that wondered with joy,