A Curious Pen
Just as the poet searching
Of delicate thoughts
Perhaps of colors
Within the mind to bloom
A single posy sways - drifting
A wafting scent of loves sweet doom
I crawl through doors - expanding
Reaching and reeling - grasp
To pluck a rose of beauty
Of freedom found at last
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A curious pen
Indeed of measure
Perhaps a resolve
To find
The heart cry - desperate
This need profound
To crawl endless nights
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2023
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