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.
The asters are out again, just in time for my birthday.
And each year on this day, I look back and wonder how a person can change so much, and how without thinking I suddenly am who I am.
The Ocean is a wild thing.
She rises and falls, crashes and swells.
Out she calls, luring lonely souls to her watery depths and sand strewn beaches.
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