Much in the mood for poems for days
Words come soaring, dancing around
Just can't help it, must put them down!
Soaring around like birds circling the head
Much alive, they'll never be dead
Capture them, arranging, penning them down
Need some time but never with a frown!
There's much joy as poems come around
Beautifully heard in the mind how it sounds
Expressing something that's from within
Bringing them out from deep surfacing
:D
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