Pen, paper, rocking chair and a match, It's time to create inspiration to catch. Like a river it's flowing what's deep within bursts out, Like a thief for his life, from the gallows, I shout.
A shout of creation
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
Smith Shine Poetry
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