With the wind in my sail,
I can not fail.
As I peruse through open waters.
At first sight, your eyes conjured mortar
Stuck in the mud I was as I fell for someone's daughter.
My woven sail then whipped to the creaky deck and it fell onto your crown as a white veil.
Bon voyage the hog horn sounded.
Shall we set course?
With gale force?
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THE IMPROMPTU MANIFEST.
Poetry" SPARK!" Poems Of Utter Spontaneity. The Raw and Unfiltered Emotion Of Living Life Without Cuffs and With Your Heart On Your Sleeve. The Pushing Of Intuition Into The Everyday World. Let It Flow. Let It Flow. And Let Words Spark Life To LIFE.
