someone's poetry

ah yes movement gives rise to attention it leads you down and into a valley of goosebumps shining in moonlight in town on the right night let loose yet concealed by little nests of shadows reverie burns bright in the chest of lovers come to find the meaning of life in a gesture grand scheme of things giving birth in shudders springs forth from the lavish tapestry as a pasture life giving water flowing between homely nooks such a wondrous thing to behold in light of day the coming together of what is left yet unseen warm and loving hands clapping in the dancing sun precious times of hearth and jolly good laughter see what it is to be beyond yourself when with her always being too busy being steals the moment from you keeps one away from being able to tuck her away with you for there can be no space in your heart while you are stuck in it wondrous piece that fills my milieu without effort and such grace you are an art in motion such as the one we find in space painted by someone's poetry flipping the pages in real time closeness has become a part of you and it shines through your eyes fast enough for me to see the poem

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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