The Fountain Poem by Mark Normand
The Fountain
The words I write are with me; inside my
heart and mind.
I never need much searching, within my soul to find.
Some inner light, my muse to write, from thoughts all tossed and
twisted.
A fountain flows, with rhyming prose, from some
place high and lifted.
That brings to life the words I write for everyone
to see.
An image kind and wicked of the gifted part of me.
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4/27/2024 9:03:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Gifted indeed - very good.