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Created on: April 20, 2008 Last Updated: March 08, 2012
Revealed the hands
In numbers I draw
The movement I saw
Fresh start quick steps
In different hues
Commitment to show
Shapes may blow
The talent I know
Reflection so low
In darkness glow
Inspiration anew
Shines my works
In creation I draw
Starts in blank canvas
Where I grew
Behind each past
I could overview
The limit we had
In words I know
Hopes and dreams
May surely draw
In memories of life
With rainbow to look unto
Some where, somehow
We don't know
The value I have for you
Tell I move the canvas from you
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