Simply Poems Are
Upon the kiss of paper and quill
The pregnancy of emotions
Words into the ocean sail
Born a poem so true with dedication
Happiness and loneliness collides
All pains are there, those love too
Colors of smile and grimace, put on words to survive
Stories of white and blue
Poems are unpolished stones, looking for a friend
When it chilled someone to the bone
Then stones turns to a lovely gems
And finally to the readers heart, poems found a home....
12-03-2014 @ 5:00 pm
Mysterious Aries
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