Hey, Poet!
Hey, do you paint
all your inspirations the way
they tickle your soul that
made you a poet? The way
they fluttered
you, as if no one, but you
that could unveil the secret
of their immortality! Hey,
do they come to
please your mind, if you fell trapped
in solitude, where sliver of light has yet
to peek? If so, please send me
an email to this
address: santiagothor@yahoo.com
with details
on how to color a sagging life.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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