Hmm

Whose signature are you? How can you change with every tide, The sweep and flow to isolation. What colors can you bring? In a stroke of moonlight Or in someone's memory dust, A lesson learned or taken. What person will you see? The easel turning against the sand To mark the desperation.

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Ovidiu Bocsa

Date: 7/24/2015 1:52:00 PM

I don„t like the rhymes isolation and disperation, but I like the colours between and moonlight of poets.Be a poet of hope, for all seasons enduring life.

Lily Radcliffe
Date: 7/24/2015 2:48:00 PM

Yes mostly agree . I like to play with the words and throw them on their head (so to speak). This became almost like a limerick, the rhythm of it and everything. The intention was not to rhyme but the darned thing had a mind of is own! LOL