MYSELF

The portrait does not paint me truest.
A printed sky will never be the bluest.
A captured beauty is a mockery all around
As when poetry pants after musical sound.

My thoughtful belief in myself
Is worth all the poetry on the shelf.
I am the one you must strive to know–
Quick! These words remain. But I go.

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