She's a blessing
i've a gift
the calling evades,
to know is to love
the eggs have been laid.
Eye in the cloud
must i be the ear,
I strain to listen
I try to write clear.
The eye in the cloud
produces words from this pen
my brain it sings it does dance,
at times it forgets, so give me a chance.
Let it gust in hurricane
splash out the sea,
ignite the fuse dont let it pass by me.
Bullets in the chamber
a rattle in the heart,
i'll embrace with it create with it,
there shall be no end, but a start.
Smith Shine Poetry 
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