It covers me like a wool sweater, warms me in the same manner, and makes me itch because of my adverse addiction to it
It hugs me like silk linens, supports me like my neck on cotton stuffed pillows, and shields me like elephant leather Books are my portals into open pastures where I can unleash my imagination and feed my creativity Poetry is my gateway into mother nature's ovaries where I pen-ssage until our parenthetical bodies collide I inhale the text and literature, like disposed landfill, so when I'm in a funk my words linger in odorous fashion
G.Moore
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Te'ArraPoetry says: Captivating! |
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