A Poet


As a poet in life
You may believe
That thoughts are scrambled
Like raking fall leaves.

Whether working or play
The mind tends to blog
Many thoughts and descriptions
Speaking through thick fog.

But in quiet and peace
The mind becomes quite clear
Words spill on the paper
A story becoming quite real.

The reader than feels it
Hidden words between lines
My story and soul
Has spoken in rhyme.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd

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