On the second time
I fell in love anew with words that rhyme
And I commenced again to embrace smears and stains of inks that draft my thoughts of you in the flame
YOUR NORTHERN STAR,
POLARIS
YOU ARE READING
YOUR NORTHERN STAR, POLARIS
Poetry" THERE'S A STORY BEHIND MY POETRY." THEY ASKED ME WHO YOU ARE, I SMILED AND SAID "HE WAS THE WORDS THAT RHYME AT THE END OF EACH LINE BEHIND MY POETRY." P O L A R I S C E I N T U R E 5-18-19
