My writings (when I was writing) are not exact or literal (well, the majority) They are mostly, simply, greatly, absolutely,
Really. *wink*
Heart of a Poet
I give voice to calico colors
And glass that doesn't break
Creating objects, which fly and spin
Temporarily awake
Eye see the possibilities
A poem swiftly lets go
Unable to be arrested
While pending its plateau
To freeze a moment; Feed the spirit
Insist the lightning start
Mere words begin to sing and swell
I am a poet at heart
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