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Jan 2022
Upon the flow of words I fade
slowly into the dark.

Poetry is like the light, it shows
me the way.

I'm always hunting for the words
to say, within the forest of my
dreams lives the possibilities
of poetry.

I'm like a ghost, I haunt this post
with my creative designs.

I play well with the words,
they welcome me with open arms.

Line by line the passion grows,
it burns deep within me never to
fade.

Šī¸ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton
Written by
Amanda Shelton  37/F/Bakersfield California
(37/F/Bakersfield California)   
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