Poetry seeks out and finds the Poet,
To whom it sings through,
They bond, words flow, thus Genesis.
As the Sun shines on,
Ice crystals sparkle below,
Even as they melt.
The dying light falls,
Converging moonlight, shimmers,
Broken Stair made whole.
Pristine hooves churned earth,
Blessed horn struck upon stone,
One fleeting glimpse.
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Always remember Poetry isn’t a Choice.
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