Drifting Words Into Place
Letters like feathers blow
into place...
Meanings are scribed in a
sentence I embrace...
With my fingers I carve into
pages made of sand...
Like an hour glass of time words
fall from my hand...
However they look a poetic rhyme
shall be free...
With just another angle from the
mind and soul of me...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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