What shall I place on page twenty-eight?
my loves, my goals, my sorrows?
I'm hoping through grace, my words (though not great)
will still ring true tomorrow
My soul flows again from my diligent pen
and gathers my thoughts and emotions
setting in place, a run-away pace
that clings to my truest devotion
For writing like this - it's an absolute bliss
to share with the world my desires
So whatever I place on page twenty-eight
it's with hope
that I've truly inspired
Came across this poem by chance and smiled start to finish. Your wording, meter and all, has a lyrical feel and sound (having read twice, aloud).
This truly touches me, tis an eager, hopeful and delightful ending:
'For writing like this - it's an absolute bliss
to share with the world my desires
So whatever I place on page twenty-eight
it's with hope
that I've truly inspired'
Came across this poem by chance and smiled start to finish. Your wording, meter and all, has a lyrical feel and sound (having read twice, aloud).
This truly touches me, tis an eager, hopeful and delightful ending:
'For writing like this - it's an absolute bliss
to share with the world my desires
So whatever I place on page twenty-eight
it's with hope
that I've truly inspired'