There is no faking
When you write a poem.
The words come to you
Like magic, no kidding it's true .
Never know how a poem will end
I just follow the words given
And like magic, an ending appears.
Believe me it's true .
Seems like this is bull
But I can tell you, it happens.
I wish I knew the endings,
So I'm surprised when they appear.
well done
Love ya!
Jane