In poetry we scribe upon
a universal canvas
Inspired, moved, excited by;
experiences life hands us
We write of family & of friends
Word pictures overflowing
Of things that last and things that end
And others still for knowing
Of power, pain and politics
Mind blowing fantasies
Creating poetry we hope
will satisfy and please
We write of worlds of dark and light
And surreality
Of lovers crossed and loving lost
All dressed in poetry
We poets come, we poets go
Across the face of time, but;
The legacy we leave behind
lives on within our rhyme
Wanda
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