The Rime is Writ

When the light comes on,
When the eyes they shine,
When the mind is clear,
We Compose.

When the idea comes out,
When the hands they type,
When the thought is composed,
We Struggle.

When the rime is writ,
When the heart it slows,
When the soul is freed,
We Soar.

Tymen

A Poem written over a year ago about the act of creating a poem, this will be included in my poetry collection, In Media Rêves.Please contribute to (or share) my Go Fund Me (https://www.gofundme.com/inmediareves).

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