The Porter
Qiuetly, steadily he works
Secretly in the haven on his mind
Tru to his heart he forms
Securely deep in his soul the find
Sought in a dream
Flowing like a stream
Brought to realm
Who knows the heart of an artist?
For the artist finds that place sacred
Never to be touched but revered
For it is too deep to comprehend
Too scary to understand
Stillness left untouched
Volcanic and untamed
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