It is a miracle
That at the right time,
WORDS fly like a missile,
poems are born to rhyme.
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Inspirations descend from the Heaven,
As natural as the volcanic eruption,
Imagines of WORDS are magically woven,
Leaving U No other option.
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As soon as the title is jotted down,
U R compelled to move on.
A poem is born, what a joy,
It is as fresh as a newborn baby, for all to enjoy.
very cool. love the smell of new born baby hair…
I feel grateful 4 your kind words, Brian.
Thank U.
I know exactly what you mean.
Whenever I am able to write well,
I believe in miracles, like you!
hugs
shakira
Shakira:
Glad to see u in,
U always bring in sunshine and smiles to me.
hugs back,
YOUR a miracle, coming into my life and making it sunny, warm and special xxx
Sweet, William,
I am getting fat in my blog, xxx
Mmm, I like it when it is like that! 🙂
Thanks, Jamie, 😉
Inspiration make you to creat beautiful poems,my friend!
Keep writing 😉
Take care! 🙂
Your encouragement is cool,
glad to have U in, Alina
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I love when people can express their thoughts into beautiful poems! Thanks to you all! 🙂
U always pick nice things to say,
I am thrilled about it, 😉
Happy Sunday, doraz
People often hide behind the transparent and thin words, seeking a refuge in the moulds inherited from centuries of the others’ lives. I do. Do you?
Hi,
deep thoughts,
U smart,
Me Admire,
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So very true. It happens to me- even when I feel blue. Poems float together- words stick like glue.
Thank U,
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i agree with your poem. it’s amazing how a poet can weave words together to create a beautiful and meaningful poem. 🙂
I appreciate your kind words, ishabelle.
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