help me find the paper with the poem i need it's a simple piece of paper with a poem that must be freed i am asking for my readers not for want or greed help me find the paper and what i write...you'll read
right now, there's nothing on it it's as empty as can be i looked inside my closet and no paper did i see i found one under a bonnet but, it wasn't one for me the missing poem might be a sonnet can't you help me find it please
the words i have aren't in my head it's the paper brings them out until the pen hits paper i don't know what it's about once the poem is finished i can then stand up and shout i found the piece of paper this is the one.....no doubt
help me find the paper with the poem i need it's a simple piece of paper with a poem that must be freed i am asking for my readers not for want or greed help me find the paper and what i write...you'll read
It was soft, a purple shade lavender, lilac made of flowers warm, we breathed deep the inhale, swirling round sweet the exhale, falling to the ground reaching deep in soul the sink, the swallow birds of spring songs to fill the hollows.
I think of mountains the way they climb for the sky losing their way through clouds. Looking up I never know if they reach the top or if they see me way down here? Some kind of ant, I dig for rocks a pocket full of turquoise blue a miner for Apache jewels exposed by red dust winds as the day chips away and carves a night into black obsidian.