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This piece transcends the audience and deluges their imagination into one of pure artistry, as if they themselves are the ones tenderly grasping a paint brush that is effortlessly caressing the canvas as they create their own personal masterpiece. The poetry pierced your emotions like the perfect note of a violinist stroke or the exquisite hue from an artist's stroke of his brush. It touches your sense like the unheard sound of the deep waves across the ocean floor. It makes you feel that "thing" in which you feel from deep within that feeling of being, something not to be described but felt…mehr

Produktbeschreibung
This piece transcends the audience and deluges their imagination into one of pure artistry, as if they themselves are the ones tenderly grasping a paint brush that is effortlessly caressing the canvas as they create their own personal masterpiece. The poetry pierced your emotions like the perfect note of a violinist stroke or the exquisite hue from an artist's stroke of his brush. It touches your sense like the unheard sound of the deep waves across the ocean floor. It makes you feel that "thing" in which you feel from deep within that feeling of being, something not to be described but felt something experienced. This poetry in itself is intellectually, riveting and profound.
Autorenporträt
My name is Oliver Forward; I was born and brought up in the deep piney woods of East Texas. My family consisted of ten members, my father, my mother, four boys, and four girls. Often times the sun would penetrate through the thick gray clouds, often the heated rays from the sun, would parch the beautiful petals that decorated the dogwood trees. The fragrant being pushed out by a gale force wind, as the aroma invaded the entire community leaving a transmissible haze that intoxicated my young inquisitive mind.