The Poet Stories
By Isz
As the mind runs with memories and tales The heart is set free to play Thou the body is stuck here The soul flows endlessly through out time With all senses unleashed onto the world A piece of paper becomes a world With a pen, it is shaped By the end of it all When everything returns to a whole A story has be told For this is the way The way of the poets And the stories they love to tell By IszMay your stories never have an end. And your worlds been endless to the imagination of all. Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 03:54 PM PST 0 • 13
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"As the mind runs with memories and tales ..."