as you were softly walking you sang
there's not much to say reallyno fluid glowing praise
a poet's talent turned liquid glass
excessive turn of verbiage
wasn't in so many words
you showed your measure
mettle and pure metal
24 carat gold
(which is a hefty rock too
of the purest water)
all I can say with certainty
what I witnessed
as you were softly walking
you sang
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-09-12 at 22:18
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