Unholy scene is what I see,
a set of words longing to be free,
a holy Ghost within this hue,
a scenery almost untrue,
within the words
I find under dust
an envelope covered in lust,
the letters fill this empty space
and start a dance
that's filled with grace,
a sight so surreal,
a poet's tale,
where dreams sail
through the air,
a ballet of words
in the poet's lair,
a dance of verse
where thoughts converse,
unholy scene is what I see,
a set of words longing to be free.
©KF
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