Morning Musings
Poets once spoke with a divine tongue
Igniting our embers buried down deep
Touching each soul willing to hearken
Some having power to make angels’ weep
Cast in their shadows, few poets still write
Our words now differ, the message the same
We speak of love, truth and the majesty of life
Using syntax and wordplay our greatest fame
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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