Quill Pen

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


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.



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