Wandering within the boundaries
Where thoughts are encased.
Where windows see tomorrow's light,
And shadows fall before there's night.
It's there within this hallowed shell,
That I can mould and form a thought.
Glide a pen with words I've sought,
To form a poem that I wrought.
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but stable enough to embrace
Lady Vivian
This had wonderful dance in the rhyme George
Rhythmic Muses & Poetry Sonatas
Vickie
a fellow human & poet, Zach B. McClure (stop in my den anytime).
nicely penned
Love and Light
Lily
budd