For some, poetry comes naturally
But for me its like carpentry
It takes nails, wood, glue, and time
To build these words that hopefully rhyme
In the end I hope these walls survive
So the beauty that lives within will thrive
To grow into ones colorful crest
To inspire fledgling poets building their first nest.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
For some, poetry comes naturally
But for me its like carpentry
It takes nails, wood, glue, and time
To build these words that hopefully rhyme
In the end I hope these walls survive
So the beauty that lives within will thrive
To grow into ones colorful crest
To inspire fledgling poets building their first nest.
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