poetry spins and slides
sometimes hides, glides
come along for the ride
ever in motion
Filled with emotion
and tears cried
novel notion
ship upon the ocean
tossed with the waves
lured to the rocks
the sirens cried
words gathered in flocks
warm like socks
born from the school
of hard…
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Turquoise Tangles 