Test me knot my patience low,
See me take the final stroke
Of my pen. Find me hear the
Now and then I won't deny it
Ever again the truth do speak
In a colored lens.
Time is upon a story sent. Three
joins a few and The Light is bent
in Two.another. I turned a cheek
and cheered the other.Too. I saw
a peak and peeked in there I saw
a path of SOuL and dared, I drew.
1 comment:
Hi Izzy. Once again, a poem written in that unique style of yours. Words twisting around each other like a tangled vine. I love it.
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