Why is poetry dying when we still have the gift? If we still have water then we still have a ship. We can sail to the places these words take us. We are still shaken by the words that make us. Why should we let poetry die when there is so much to explore? If only people read it and discovered more.
When the weather changes and it's finally September I feel in love. When the breeze is cool everything is better I feel in love. When I can wear a beret or don a favorite coat I feel in love. & when I sit down and read something that you wrote I feel in love.