Leave it to Poets,
To say crazy things,
Like roses have feelings,
And poems have wings.
Not really that silly,
Roses may hurt,
When clipped from their bush
And delicate poems,
May enter your heart
Then fly away with it,
Never to part.
Not easy being a poet,
Juggling words around,
Giving verse musical meaning.
Only, when right words are found.
no finer wordsmithette adroit, incisive, succinct, well-honed filling space with new thoughts, let's get her cloned abrazos amiguita à ta santé keep being you perfectly, each day
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Sandra, Good morning! daily, I review Poemhunter poems, Your poem appeared today. Very nice! , to my Poem List.