I wish I could draw

But I pulled the short straw

I can explain the woman’s translucent face

But others will see her as another race


In a drawing I could make them see

A child’s face filled with glee

The same way i see it in my mind,

But writing is not that kind


In writing no one really sees what you do

They can only vaguely imagine the color of your dew

Because it looks different in your story

Than it does through the window outside their dormitory


No matter how many adjectives are used,

The image you created will be diffused

And in a clear drawing everything can be seen

Everything would have the right gleam


And though your intentions can be misread

At least they see what you said

Because ideas are so much harder

To convey in words that always form blunder


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