Sep 1
I have this urge to create,
To write,
To pen,
To elaborate
Upon my dreams
And set them free
To spell them out
For all to see
In their extremes
They do protest
That I have not
Finished
The rest.
To write,
To pen,
To elaborate
Upon my dreams
And set them free
To spell them out
For all to see
In their extremes
They do protest
That I have not
Finished
The rest.
Creativity finds its way out of our hearts and minds. The words some days come easy and fast. Some days they won't come out at all. This was a day when the poems wrote themselves.
