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 The Critique At the close of a work the soul soars the heart pounds with elation, joy, satisfaction The critique of feelings set to words inked pages all too personal, bold, eternal Not always pleasureful reviews come a black mark feeling cold, grasping, trying again Learning from the critic branching out growing wise thankful for views, yeilding, clear, precise On to the next lesson young artist eager mind cycle repeats, heals, invigorates  TQD |