Each twig holds a word.
Each branch a phrase, a line so sweet.
A bird lands nearby and poems are tweet...ed
The stanzas are divided by clear blue sky
Poems about what is up high
And low
Things that fly
And sink
That random guy
Or a princess Genevieve.
Any and all living
Day and night
In the poetree.
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Your Heart is My Harp
PoetryYour heart is my harp. With my poems, I'll try and show you how I pluck the strings. I'll try and pluck the strings of your heart, Creating happiness and joy and laughter with these poems. They're just silly little ones, but maybe, just maybe, they...
