Carry a Poem

Carry a poem.

I always carry a poem with me
But sometimes it’s hard to see
Since lines are spread on paper scraps
Or locked inside my finger taps
Impatiently waiting for translation
Of an idea into creation
Of a poem I’ll read to you
So you can have one too.

6 thoughts on “Carry a Poem

  1. I carry a poem too,
    This is one I’ll leave for you,
    Life without reason or a rhyme,
    Is certainly not even worth a dime.
    Keep your words close to your heart,
    They’re tiny little works of art 🙂

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