Left at the doorstep of thoughts,
Was an idea born of love.
It is in its conception it breathes,
The breath of a living poem.
Seldom is there a compromise
That will lead these words astray.
Once they are set in print,
They rest on the eyes of the reader.
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Have you ever set out to write about a special topic, only to
Find you have written an entirely different poem?
It is always good to share the words of others...
Where, 'left at the doorstep of thoughts...
Was an idea born of love'....
Diana...
Ron
seen in the light
written for the reader
who reads the words that I write.
Michael D.
Love ya!
Jane