.
Stand. Slowly,
hear the writers
old and new
applaud.
While we slept,
you rode in,
quill brandished,
images flung
willfully
at every idea
imaginable.
It has been
a spell since we
felt the rain
of so much
beauty.
allets
02-15-16
615a
Poet! Poet!
.
Stand. Slowly,
hear the writers
old and new
applaud.
.
While we slept,
you rode in,
quill brandished,
images flung
willfully
at every idea
imaginable.
.
It has been
a spell since we
felt the rain
of so much
beauty.
.
allets
02-15-16
615a
.