Marroned All Alone
Marroned all alone
My whole life my heart desired to be
a poet as everyone knows, A poet grabs
clever words out of thin air.
She thinks miles away from
ordinary she's marooned all alone
except for pen and pad in hand.
I'm at a restfull peace knowing
I can share my knowledge to all that
seek,That's when I'm at my highest peak.
A poet never gets a restful sleep
as the mind always travels through the
different channels,, That's passion
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