My mind has become a book of poems
It is up to my hands to publish it
The volume grows with
Each visitation of imagination
Poetry lies in animate and inanimate
A bird in flight in an azure sky
A lace wedding veil hiding tears
Verses speaking from my heart
Words flow without break
I have no desire to overwork
What my spirit is sharing
I just write it down
Each dawn brings new thought
To fill my book without end
A poet on a mission to speak
With words the imagery of her dreams
It is up to my hands to publish it
The volume grows with
Each visitation of imagination
Poetry lies in animate and inanimate
A bird in flight in an azure sky
A lace wedding veil hiding tears
Verses speaking from my heart
Words flow without break
I have no desire to overwork
What my spirit is sharing
I just write it down
Each dawn brings new thought
To fill my book without end
A poet on a mission to speak
With words the imagery of her dreams
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