Our precious words we lock away
Save them for a rainy day
Imprisoned in our minds they stay
Never see the light of day
Anxiously they pine away
Falling into disarray
Ideas once bright dimly glow
If only we could let them go
Across blank paper freely flow
Till new dawn the rooster crows
Weaving tales of wondrous lore
Shaking readers to the core
Alas, not yet, it’s far too soon
Maybe come next blue moon
Excellent. Love the picture
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Thanks!
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Lovely use of the topic, Sandy. well written and pictured 🙂
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Thanks, Debbie. Glad you enjoyed it!
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I love that.. 😉
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Thanks, Lisa.
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Well done Sandy… this is a wonderful poem!
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So glad you enjoyed it.
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