Sunday, April 19, 2015

MY KIND OF MAN.

I am not that kind of man that brings breakfast in bed
But that kind of man that makes poetry a prayer answered;
That kind of man who sits with, eats with poetry his bedsharer.
With sights and sounds, all in poetry bound
No frowns but in expressions when necessary, crown!
This injection I love to share with my seeds,
The home of poetry.

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