Bonhomie

If you embrace poetry, you'll never be alone, It surrounds you, a cloak in which you're shown. Time burns in its fire, fragrance prevails, Poetry is a world unto itself, like Utopia's vales. A lake of purest waters, sustaining life's breath, Sprouting from hearts, seeping into hearts' depths. Twining one and all who let themselves Into one, like one, only one that delves Into the depths of bonhomie's embrace, This one, none other, reveals its grace. emm*