Dear Poetry, Poem by Michelle Claus

Dear Poetry,



I was a pauper then
you gave me the scepter.
My homelessness, my yen –
I was a pauper then.
All became kingdom when
Mind became receptor.
I was a pauper then
you gave me the scepter.

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Monday, April 27, 2015
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