My grandpa read to me
poems he wrote
when i was a kid.
A teacher read to me
poems in school
she loved poetry.
I looked at someone
my first love at school
I uttered poetry.
As i grew up and learned
inside i burned
I read poetry.
I saw the poetry
of life, death and all between.
Your whole life is full of poems
you know the words
all you have to do
is listen!
This is lovely and whimsical. 🙂
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For the love of poetry! Good read it was
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Thank you.
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Welcome 🙂
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