Love poems will always be popular,
and I know why,
lifeblood of the soul, so rich,
needing the inspiration.
The tribes stir me and nature,
the words are there but hidden,
with a veil, a mist covering
my thoughts about
culture.
I look for light to burn
off the fog,
going deep for a spark,
looking around for beauty,
to ignite the heavens,
where is it?
soul crying out for words.
Inside.
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