You are the poetry. Like the bells that chime my hand composes your fate to rhyme. The way you motion with the mop, you became my morning muse. Alexa is taking requests in the kitchen, so take my hand and i'll let you choose.
My morning muse
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
You are the poetry. Like the bells that chime my hand composes your fate to rhyme. The way you motion with the mop, you became my morning muse. Alexa is taking requests in the kitchen, so take my hand and i'll let you choose.
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Smith Shine Poetry
Yes, the typist has been sacked. Thanks for stopping by.
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Lovely feel to this. Just a quick point; is it supposed to be ‘composes’ in the 3rd line ? Thanks & take care
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Alexa is taking request….Hahaaah love that line…keep safe:)
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haha. thank you so much for popping by, take care of yourself you are special.
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Thank you Smith…You too take care…Love:)
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We need more poets! Keep writing – I enjoy your images.
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Thank you for for stopping by much appreciated. And i will do.
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