To write a poem is itβs own reward,
The use of language that leads one toward
A flight of fancy, or meaning profound,
A place to let imagination bound.
From thought to paper in rhymes refrain,
Or in verse so free like wind and rain
A torrent of emotions gather strong,
Giving birth to the music of the poets song.
Conceived in the heart and nurtured in the soul,
These words are shared and left to grow
In the mind of the reader who took the time,
To sing along with this song of mine.
Very, very much enjoyed this
Very, very much enjoyed this poem, it speaks the truth very strongly and beautifully. :-)
Thankyou sweetwater, glad you
Thankyou sweetwater, glad you enjoyed this.