A Place To Stay

July 29, 2015

Poetry is a fine kind of art,

A free one, a fresh start.

Words strung along,

No right, no wrong,

And even if never known,

You never feel so alone.

ALL the thoughts in a mind,

Distressed, amazed, thoughtful, kind,

Every one has a place in a poem.

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