Bright
It feels write
penned in hand
scent in light
i leave my den
a ride for life
line by line
to be grateful…
time and in time
faithful…
rhyme with me
and in the rhyme
constant
”...stable…”
”...the ability…”
fables for the able
with ever a spoon
on the dishes table…
is it ‘in’ to be true
is it in this night
to be right for you
“come fly with me”
with just my arms?
;)
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