poet
By scarlas29
i write what i see, i write what i believe. my words, on a page for you to see. i've bared my soul- left my emotions for you to view. i thought them thru, then free flowed thru my fingertips- they came. my ever flowing memoirs- concluded on to page, you may judge, you may praise. no matter what- they will stay, forever as memories of me. small pieces, only i could write- for my experiences spoke free. they needed said, i enjoy what i write. it's an art form, something delicate- that few receieve. it's the gift, the power- of words & ways to say it. it is poet, a beautiful word of thee.how's it sound? Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 06:06 AM PST 0 • 13
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