There's magic in the words that flow,
But they are buried, as if by snow.
Placing a thought on a page,
Makes some apper as a sage.
I wonder, and then it's gone-
A thought that was not meant
To have a life all its own.
But soon another is born.
Marrying words, completes
What poets like to think their own.
And if they strike a chord in you,
The poet is then worth his due.
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Love and Light
Lily
but secretly praying that
another can identify
Lady Vivian
Love ya!
Jane
Deborah
budd