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About This Poem
'I Weave Ethereal'
From my own little girl time, I have been
Like no other, I have lived in a dream
What others seem to see, I have not seen
My soul flows, like a rippling mountain stream
From my life, into writing, I have taken
My heart, so full, heavy with each new poem
Each old sorrow, each one, I awaken
My life is writing, poetry my home
Now, in my adulthood, in the sweet dawn
From the thunder of my soul, like a storm
And with poetic pen, with joy, I have drawn
Each new poem that takes of it's own form
My nights are dreams and my days are trances
And, I weave ethereal poetic dances
Sonnet
November 24, 2012
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