Singing his lyrical song nightlong, bringing his critical thoughts quite long, living his typical day lifelong.
Moving the audience’s gaze, the dancer floats around the stage, as do the reader’s eyes across the page.
Like sculptor bold designs, the writer told, defined – these shapers mold, refine.
The mask the actor wears, the task the writer shares, the effect the drama bears.
The writer strains to express, as the painter claims it’s a mess, but not in vain – come success.

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