I send my words into the sky
Watch them rhyme and then fly.
I close my eyes and feel the air
Forgotten words lost without care.
I take the letters in my hand
And put them on a poetic stand.
I scribe the words on a starlit scroll
Watch words take shape as night unfolds.
My dreams drift from a soul that bleeds
In the blue of ink, fractured lines freed.
I run my hands over my words
My fingers feel the emotions stirred.
With tender ease, the poetry glides
From my page to your eyes.
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Thanks ππΌ
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Beautiful words, eloquently put together. Thank you for visiting my blog. Have a good day.
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Thank you ππΌ you have a safe day too.
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Superb poem.
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Thank you ππΌ
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Aww, this piece is a beautiful tribute to writing.
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Thank you, Joyce.
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Of course!
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