Poetry to me is the expression of one’s own heartbeat. Just as its rhythmic presence fluctuates or subsides at different intervals of our lives. Poetry is universally recognized by all. There is an immediate touch Melancholy Yesterday Tomorrow Skulking somewhere in the deep The voices echo Through my head The voices are foreign I cant quite make out the sound But you are here I know Please kiss my love I say to you Kiss the thought I have so new In the shadow of the dawn There was the touch That everyone looks toward The light...
My twilight poetry
Debbie
“If it is a miracle any sort of evidence will answer but if it is a fact than proof is necessary.” Mark Twain