Hang Ten, Poets
Don't think like an ant for a tunnel to hide.
Imagine yourself a surfer.
Hanging ten!
With a beautiful surfboard and a wave to ride.
The sun casting a golden god color to your skin,
That fresh ocean water baptizing your face.
Ants can't ever do what you can.
So, stop being a Poet who writes the least you can.
Be a poet who can truly inspire....
The Family of Man.
February 9, 2020
7:30pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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