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The Poetess
The poetess spins her words
Composing brand new worlds
She takes us on a journey
To new emotional horizons
She moves us in so many ways
Sometimes we are happy
And occasionally we are sad
Crying our eyes out
At her sorrowful tales
She smiles as she spins another yarn
She takes us on a roller coaster ride of emotions
Her words cut to the bone
And bring on a new awareness
Her spirit enlightens us
She is like a candle blowing in the wind
Her spirit could be blown out at any time
Oh delicate spirit live on
And cast your magical spell
Where will her next journey take us?
Who can tell?
The poetess spins her words
Composing brand new worlds
She takes us on a journey
To new emotional horizons
She moves us in so many ways
Sometimes we are happy
And occasionally we are sad
Crying our eyes out
At her sorrowful tales
She smiles as she spins another yarn
She takes us on a roller coaster ride of emotions
Her words cut to the bone
And bring on a new awareness
Her spirit enlightens us
She is like a candle blowing in the wind
Her spirit could be blown out at any time
Oh delicate spirit live on
And cast your magical spell
Where will her next journey take us?
Who can tell?
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A tribute to the poets of the world and the joy and pleasure they can bring.
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love it!!!