Come on,
Open up the Sky,
I want to fly,
Inside,
...
Poets read and understand,
Poems strange from wonderland,
As in sadness, as in joy,
Poets, poems will enjoy,
...
Inventing as we go along
Poet's visions, poet's storms,
For a writer, has to write
In order for blood to flow,
...
Those who love
And are loved
Do not know
How very lucky,
...
The Greatest Gift
Of them all
Love in all its
Forms.
...
Welcome,
Come in!
But not just for the ride,
Reinvigorate, your life
...
That little light
That we hold on to,
That small illusion
That is ours,
...
Alone,
The word is like a moan
That chills the Spirit,
Reaching, the very bone.
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Poetry must have wings
And fly into the heart
Of the beholder,
It must be moving
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