How I perceive poetry from a poet.
In the sound of tears that lingers from sad eyes.
In the thought of words and old woman never says.
In the thick, brown ear of a rotten plant.
In the gentle change of the millipede changing to butterflies.
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The Light In Me
PoetryThe first page of a new anthology I hear the sound of my favorite words Like art, music and photography. I see the footprints of my past and thoughts. Feeling of excitement from my fingertips The words of understanding from my bare lips. I can'...
