To be the poem and not the poet
just one time, to rule the rhyme
An inspiration, yet not know it
skip like a melody, right on time
***
To have the spotlight for a moment
yeah, I admit, would sure be cool
To rise above the disappointment
win at love and break the rules
***Like:
Her grasp on love was naive and flimsy
she always kept the moon in line.
Sang songs of love, wild, whim and whimsy
and like the sun, her smile would shine
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She counted stars and played the fool
a lonely empath, bold and brave
Believes the world is more than cruel
the lost and broken, she will save
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Amongst the stars, you'll find her playing
a force of nature, adorned by time
Melody unknown, still she is swaying
immersed in the rain and scent of pine
***
Nature's true child, both wild and free
even the seasons know her name
changing like the leaves upon the tree
the world will never be the same
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This is beautiful… she always kept the moon in line. Sang songs of love, wild, whim and whimsy We are one 🥹❤️✨
Beautiful! So visual, my favorite line ‘ Amongst the stars, you'll find her playing a force of nature, adorned by time’ Love this!
Wow, this is stunning. Relatable, captivating and inspiring. I’ll definitely be nominating this for top story on discord
To be carefree & blissfully unaware of just how hard life can be or what a blessing you are in the midst of it.
Oh I wish I was her! Lovely poem!
Beautiful piece. Well done.
How can we know the dancer from the dance? - W. B. Yeats