Rhyme's Kiss
By LadyLeBlanc
Come to me my inspiration. Whisper words into my ear. Give me my sweet supplication, words to nourish, then write down here. Prose can be a writer's bliss, complex in its simplest form. Rhyme comes, often, like a kiss, as sudden as a summer storm. When all I have is gone from me, and I am cursed upon this ground, I will have my poetry, in it are my answers found. Come to me my inspiration. Whisper words into my ear. Give me my sweet supplication, words to nourish, then write down here.God bless you! :-) Written January 25th, 2002 © on Jan 25 2002 10:35 AM PST, Kaleigh Naylor 10 • 0
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