scribbles

writing on sand

my thoughts

the muse inside me talks

speaking the language

of my heart

 

lonely to you i seem

i have company unseen

watching the sky

as i lay

the poet in me

always at play

Comments

  1. Love this! It must be "capture the heart of the poet" day, and your poem hear does it wonderfully! (I have read a few posts today on the heart of poetry).

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  2. Whoops, forgive the "hear". It is supposed to be "here." :)

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  3. happens all the time. Thanks for reading

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  4. Beautiful and the poet so in you can make u write so beautifully

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  5. Thanks, you are always so encouraging

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