Rays of light stream through the
Window, awakening me from the
Comfort of the dream world, my
Chest tightens at the realization
Of a new day and being alive, I
Allow the birds to sing their song
As I encourage myself to breathe
We are each bards of our day, when a muse whispers in our ear, we do something about it. What we create is “ART” We are Poets and Poetess’ respectively, Brothers and Sisters of the written word. Its not so much what we do, its who we are. ❤
Beautifully done Poetess!
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Thank you muchly Sir, I love being called a Poetess!
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We are each bards of our day, when a muse whispers in our ear, we do something about it. What we create is “ART” We are Poets and Poetess’ respectively, Brothers and Sisters of the written word. Its not so much what we do, its who we are. ❤
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:O Amazing…
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This is wonderfully lovely!! 🙂 ❤
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Thank you Trini ❤
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A wonderful poem that has appropriately described the image… El magnifico! 🙂
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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