And So I Write
Dreams of Tuscany
With drawn lips
Portrayed like a silver chain
Where hearts surge to follow
Feathers from wings of night
Sits a poet with the stirring of light
Paints a pretty picture
With their words of life
That echoes through their corridors of their mind
Their hearts hold many sorrows riding slow in life
Many battles have been won
With their mighty muse
Many blessings to each dear
Poet for all the obstacles
To overcome
Nothing fancy mind you...Just
Sweet thoughts to each one that must write this night....
Brooke
Copyright © Brooke Dylan | Year Posted 2014
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