♥I stare at the blank page awhile,
Wondering what next to be told.
A cyclone of words all around,
Waiting, demanding to be revealed..
In a silent atmosphere,
No distractions, just ideas.
An imagination running wild,
An ability to touch the sky..
It starts with a thought,
A word, the phrase.
I wrote a verse,
Swayed to the rhythm,
Danced to my melody..
The soul of man’s wants,
The heart in his songs.
One thing that’s sure,
Is the liberty that’s held..
So step by step,
I’ll take my time
With a piece of me
In a poem….♥

written by M.A.B.D.O

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