Roses are red, violets are blue
I'm a poet, and I don't even know it.
It's true. Wow!
Where? How? Why?
The curious mind wants to know.
But doesn't really care.
It happens so let it flow.
Let it be.
Answers obscure the muse.
Let it be.
From the heart, from the soul, from the Mystery.
Does it matter?
Just open up, sit still
feel with your senses
hear with your heart
see with your soul.
We're all poets
including me
including you
- By yours truly
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