See that path the swallow upwards deftly took through those three tightly knit stars?
In the realm of creation, where muses dwell, Creative writing weaves its captivating…
Do not ask what words meanLet’s just assume they mean….something.There’s a putative purpose…
She said to be a poetyou must love wordsbut I don’t love wordsI face themI said to be a poetyou must be…
She comes in the quiet of the nightTo remind me that she dressed meStill as a baby When babbles meant nothing to othersAnd…