Ardently Random Simple Poems
A poet was not my dream, but that how my life run
Reading poetry, listening to poets, and go with
Day after day long days marched as a dream
End up to drive around reading and writing
Now, the time is eight about an hour after sunset,
Toward the east, I saw a wonderful pure moon hallo
Light in the dark sky light in the soul inner feeling
Yea, toward the west, Venus gleams diamantine little red
Reading other's poems for many years leads me to
Always I read all the lovely beloved heartfelt poets
Night and early morns are often my favorite times
Daily dwell from here from there that and this, yet
Omitting hateful cheap ugly stinky poet and poems
Merely the sweet poets and lovely poetry
Read more see more right write more
Enjoy your daytime,
And your read or rest nighttime
Do your best for all: see, write, and rest the last line.
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