Last Verse

When my feelings from deep inside
smashed out againts the atmosphere.
I felt again, stirred up, electric.

I danced there for the moment.
It was like falling in love with a poet.
Wild, but passion and love engulfed.
In a manner that they've never seen before.

Up in the mystic I see, I converse.
They tell me of meaning,
right up until the last verse.

Published by Smith Shine Poetry

I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray.

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