Glorious endangered species
Wordsmiths with howling souls
Putting pen to paper
And words to screen
All to preserve the art of lyrical love

I dare not tread among you
For I’d be a tarnish on your page
I speak as a disciple and herald
And bow to the beauty of your verse

Should we pass each other on the street
We’d be none the wiser
While perhaps both our hands share the burns
Of one who caresses the wild flames of emotion

Serendipitously meeting
In the digital age
Nodding with approval
Before going separate ways yet again
To tear verbal pigment from your chests
And endue the lonesome walls
With the colors of long lost divinity
The great calling of your burden



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