on the wind
wild flame is my muse
i write on frozen wasteland
the colors that i choose
i write in the Andes
of mystic glowing things
i write in the deepest ocean trench
of a fish with wings
i write in blackest dungeons
of painted birds of blue
i write on walls of paper
of my love for you
soulsurvivor
(c) 6/11/2015
A rhyming verse that seemed
to write itself
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