Summit
What is the summit of my thoughts,The words learned but never taught.
One's that are Capriciously caught,
When used wrongly come to nought.
They cannot be bought or brought,
That circles my mind in every thought.
Yet poems twitter like birds in the sky,
Wings beating softly as they begin to fly.
Wintered breeze breezes by all the time,
Make words jump out of every line.
My thoughts coincides with each rhyme,
Jotting down forgotten verse in my mind.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-02-18 at 03:27
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