Kindred Spirits - Poem by Bill Cantrell
It is not a tricky eye
That reads the heart within a poem.
Nor the ear which has been trained
Who hears the rhythm of its beat.
'Hieroglyphics to the lost
And nonsense scribbled on the walls'
Poetry is understood when
Kindred spirits meet
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