What a life the artist lives
Eden's innocence not left behind!
Ecstasy is everyday, and love
Is just one's ordinary state of mind.
Without, life still exacts its toll of pain.
Hunger is the engine of the will.
One commutes between despair and hope,
Even in the best times fearing ill.
Within, one dances to one's own sweet tune,
Elated with the beauty of one's art,
Walking in the gloom of midnight rain,
Singing in the sunshine of the heart.
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