Charles Hice

(May 13 2004 / Heaven)

Poetry is Words

Poetry is Words
Eye loveth ewe from this far star,
I wanted to show ewe these flower petals
L() () k Parme lambe~my purple flower ewe
the stem is dark and pretty
eye am the stem and ewe are the petals
eye see the beauty everywhere in all my things
because of ewe the earth has wings
also a mermaid is swimming deep inside of me
in the place where i go to be ewe
and gragon is dancing his dragon fly dance
as i prance as a man I am standing so true.
AS a man eye am standing for ewe.
Have ewe ever heard a song ewe wish ewe had written.
Or read a good book ewe knoe ewe could have written.
Poetry is just words that were meant to be written.
They come out from the the place of our love.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Edited: Friday, August 20, 2010
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