“You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” Rumi
not frequently done
but will never be forgotten
the urge to write more
reverberates again and again
all I need is a moment
to remember what it was like
how to mingle the right words
and bring a lyrical poem into life
you will always be there
when there’s pounding in my chest
I may have rested for a while
but you’re still my special guest
I won’t stop writing for you
and that’s how it’s going to be
not expecting anything in return
I’ve to set this feeling free
RMP
9/21/19
Winnipeg MB Canada
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