igniting ideas in your head.
there's a poem that's kindled like fire
smoldering embers bright and red.
there's a poem that trickles like water
flowing down and through your veins.
there's a poem that gallops like horses
begging you to take the reins.
but the poem that i like best
is my body when it comes to rest,
when the rhythm of movement
is the rhythm of breath...lullabying me to sleep
Good.
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