Ode From These Heights That Yonder Poem by Anthony Edmond John

Three flares.. Real Zest.. This rest.. Two miens.. Fieriest of fiests.. Make your own lease.. This princely release.. Seven salient lines.. This solemn bliss.. Well etched with Finese. II. The Reminisce.. Found me writing to collaborate.. After the scribble, I Fill-in and illustrate.. Writing that rejuvenates.. Co-habitates.. Revamping on Da Vinchi's recalculate.. Re-emancipate.. These visions seen within thye emirates. III. The write of princes and paupers.. Three comrades in creative reunion.. The quail, the honoured ink and on this page that thunders.. Even to heights that yonder.. These sights dazzle and wonder the soul of I, selah. The Sage