Each, a Poet
Perhaps, in some part of each lifetime,
we were and are, each of us, a poet,
separate yet inexplicably similar
breathing in and seeing living as it is,
both pure and innocent
despite the evil and difficulties around us.
Filled and overwhelmed by feelings and emotions
we embrace the wonders of life
and for the moment see its beauty in words
and express them in the moment of inspiration.
When your moment comes
hold it close to your heart,
gather your pen and paper
and be a poet.
4/5/2016
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