Apr 2013
There is a poem that doesn't rhyme
That floats above my head
Within my sight but out of reach
Of words I wish I'd said
It's up there twisting in the wind
Clinging to the truth
Borrowing from the wealth of old
And sharing with the youth
A spark within the dark
A shining ray of light
Floating just above my head
This poem that doesn't rhyme
That floats above my head
Within my sight but out of reach
Of words I wish I'd said
It's up there twisting in the wind
Clinging to the truth
Borrowing from the wealth of old
And sharing with the youth
A spark within the dark
A shining ray of light
Floating just above my head
This poem that doesn't rhyme
I've been informed by friends that this poem rhymes...
Yes it does. It's a rhyming poem about the poem above my head that doesn't rhyme...
Thank you...
Yes it does. It's a rhyming poem about the poem above my head that doesn't rhyme...
Thank you...
