Sometimes I take a little stroll
Through the minds and verses
Of others.
Mind strolling through
Vivid colours and memories,
Flowers and fantasies.
I walk across the lines, my feet tapping
To the rhythm and rhyme;
Iambic heart beats with mine
I stop by sometimes, by the meadows
With a ballad, sonnet,
Free verse or couplet.
Just reading through some poems.
Poems bloom as flowers; azure, flushed pink. Watered by the poet's tears.