The Right Words
The poet, having found his rhyme,
may sense a shiver down his spine,
cocooned within a rosy glow
exultant that his words now flow.
Emerging from his self-inflicted torture,
the best of words in the very best order.
Copyright © Peter Rees | Year Posted 2024
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