Spark A Fire
Sometimes I just sit and write, whats on my heart,
it makes no sense, in the beginning when I start.
As I write, the words begin to flow,
a meaning is now beginning to grow.
Like a garden, my paper is to me,
as I write, fruit comes forth to be.
By the time I reach the end, a garden in full bloom,
my answers, keeping me from doom.
An escape from reality, to grow my very own,
pages full of life, in the words I’ve sown.
To go back and read them, when I need to see,
for those thing’s I write, are a part of me.
I share them with you, hoping to spark some fires,
to get others, to see their hearts desires.
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