I see poetry not only in clouds but in stormy night skies
In the soft fall of autumn leaves and the colours of the trees
When the waves crash upon the rocks
And birds fly south for the summer shores
In windows shut tight against the autumn chill
In all things seen and heard lies a poem
Only a poet can read
(c) Phoenix Rainez
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PoetryA collection of poems from romance to just thoughtful moments. Posting as and when a poem is ready for public reading.
