Our Words Our words upon the paper flow Like the fields of flowers On the hillsides of the meadow Every where you look words and rhymes All from fellow poets minds We gather by the age-old oak, and dream.. Of all the yesterdays.. and days to come. We stroll along the crystal moving stream, And contemplate great poets.. one by one. We speak of thoughts still yet to write.. Of poems whispered in the night.. Of melodies that bring delight.. Of visions somewhere lost in flight, ...for now we know. .. that poets.. we've become! © IcyHeart and Mutington

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