we are
living
breathing
poetry
in
motion
We are the muses that haunt others
Late in their silent nights
That are comprised of a
Pencil or pen
Paper
And lingering mind
We are the strangers
That elicited a thought within another
That manifested into a poem
We are the vessels
Of poems written
And poems to come
we are
living
breathing
poetry
in
motion
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
we are
living
breathing
poetry
in
motion
We are the muses that haunt others
Late in their silent nights
That are comprised of a
Pencil or pen
Paper
And lingering mind
We are the strangers
That elicited a thought within another
That manifested into a poem
We are the vessels
Of poems written
And poems to come
we are
living
breathing
poetry
in
motion
