When You Make Friends With a Poet
When you make friends with a poet
the conversation will start to rhyme,
slowly but surely you won’t realize it;
Whimsical heat warms the wintertime
swirling into a fantasy you free fall,
see white daisies and hear wind chimes;
Colors of their prose find you enthralled
catching words soft as cashmere leaves,
refrains you repeat and easily recall;
Suddenly nothing you cannot achieve,
in yourself a poet will make you believe.
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