Untitled
What a title as you can see
to pen the words that sets man free.
What do I grasp that could be
the setting of those for me?
To loose the bundle for words to flow
and get tangled in the colorful bow.
The feel of freedom is near I know.
Untitled is changing, the sails let go.
Rough water is swift, the wording is wet.
Untitled is drying while you get set
to fill the bucket with words that let
the pen flow to carry man's debt...
Copyright © Edith D Eutsler | Year Posted 2015
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