Poetry in motion
Floetry, river of the mind ever flowing
Expanding my thoughts through a pen, my devotion
Who ever thought I'd meet the Lord with my eyes open?
Well he shook my hand as he guides me through an ocean
Of hate, misery, deception, and greed
Swiftly I move , arms gliding through like thin blades
Indeed, I made it, lived to tell a story so great
Watch me with your eyes closed, And with your ears shut..
Feel Me...
The emotion, excitement, life in a moment..
You've witnessed, poetry in motion
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