Poets Imagination
From the corners of my room
I take out my broom and sweep
Sweep my thoughts that loom
Poetry feelings brewing stewing
The ingredients will always change
No truth or lie just imagination supply
Behold the poet no limits to try
What lies behind the keyhole
Each corner of my room surprise
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2017
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