What is a poem?
Well, a poem is a song.
What song?
A lullaby, and the lyrics are your dreams.
A poem is the river rushing, carrying thoughts and words.
A never ending sky, and the caw of a lonely bird.
Moonlight, starlight. A child's laugh, a grown man's tear.
Inspiration, Imagination.
But what makes a poem?
You.
Carried by the songbird’s wings
Through forests bright, caverns dim
Flying in the wild wind
Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said
And the light is leaving from your eyes.
Spring, my dearest, where are you?
I've been waiting for so long, yet still I'm caught in Winter's grasp, and I'm ready for something new
First came the ballgowns and the beheadings.
Six wives of Henry the eighth, and divorce or death were brought upon all but one...
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