Poems seek a home

for reason.

When the bent mind has nowhere to go,

it begs for a soliloquy.

There is no inspiration formulae

The moon is. A paper boat at sea.

A silent annoyance.

Words seek a voice and a sentiment.

I’ve never seen such beautiful eyes, he said.

You’ve never seen someone this sad, said she.

Life forges on, servant to seasons.

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Beautiful!

thank you :)

Dear Cassy,

You have talent! Excellent choice of words.....

God Bless,

The Bard

Thankyou.

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