The Great Poet
She found me singing in the backwoods of Alabama bluegrass
Your voice is beautiful she said
A country gal molded from Georgia's red clay
Fascinated with thoughts
That flow from my mind
We use simple words to define rhythm
Written from the blood that flows through our hand
Overlooking those that don't understand
She found me dancing in the empty streets of New Orleans
Recite a poem of passion
What did she mean?
Look at the sky that is blue
The clouds of white linen
The world is full of love
And willing to die for anyone
She found me making love at the top of the mountain peak
Where love whispers
And words don't speak
Minds stay tangled
And thoughts never sleep
She found me writing
But my soul still weeps
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