I want to rhyme like the air
Oh, so fluently prepared
And I long, to be fair
A song as its pair
The wind whistles cool
Shapeless, versatile tool
It is free, and I want to be him
To be unseen, to be clean
With no rules, the wind blows
Fast or slow, High or so low
A poem so warm; or, an attack:
“Words sweetly rhyme to ears
Or Words, sweetly strike of fears”
To escape from one’s cell
To be free, even to fail
To be common, to be rare
I want to rhyme like the air.
About the Creator
Matt B.
He/Him
A romantic reader and an amateur writer who likes to write non-conventional stories and unusual plot lines.
I read romantic era fiction and find myself lost in the pages of Dumas' "The Count of Montecristo" and Shelley's "Frankenstein"
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