Short Poem.

He sat with time stretched in his hands,
poised, because with grace is the way he did everything,
his eyes glistened with the light of concentration
and admiration,
as his fingers traced the words
and his mouth formed them.

He had an appreciation for beautiful words
and he was trying to find the right ones.

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