Here I am
As quietness is controlled
Writing poetry again
From the arms of God's fold
As time settles in meditation
Searching for words of gold
Here I am
Whilst' bright winter goes
Writing poetry again
Watching the clouds stroll
Into a steady wind den
Searching for words of gold
Here I am
In magic springtime, behold
Writing poetry again
With a pleasing smile, foretold
In a moonlight garden
Searching for words of gold
© daniel miltz
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