What makes a poet,
My heart questions how,
To write the words that come in ones head,
To get acknowledged when the poem is read,
Is it luck or a name,
That makes it great,
How do you promote to progress ahead......
The Golden Beach
The path it led to a golden beach, Rich it was under one's feet, To walk along the golden shore, Rich in shells, Washed ashore, There on...
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To write a thousand words, How one feels, But cannot find those eyes, Who would read, A message unread, For a thousand years, Maybe in anoth... -
Sat on a path, At the dawn of the day, Cross roads in sight, Thinking which way, To the left or to the right, Or straight ahead towards toni... -
A Robin flew to a tree on my path, This was fate, It was meant to be, He sang a song, In his merry way, Only a few will understand his words...
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