A Poetry Kind of Day

3/10/19

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Some days

seem to express themselves

in verse

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At times I find myself

walking through the wind,

the images around me

translate as words in my brain.

Writing little tuneless songs

dancing through the color.

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The steps lead upwards, the trees lean

into my path. To the sky I’m led.

One after another, does the green end or

merge with the heavens, the heavens.