Poetry Becomes Thee
Poetry becomes thee
but not me
Thy golden hair sparkles and shines
but not mine
Silky apparel curves ‘round thee
but not me
Thy nose so fine – aquiline
but not mine
Thou art a heavenly vision to see
but not me …
Born but to praise thee
i create ~ poetry
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