A poet I am not.A Poem by ron
A poet I am not by any measure of the word.
But this I know in my heart...that if the inkwell ran dry, and the nib oh my quill were worn beyond use... I would cry a thousand tears, lost in the yearning of my own desires, knowing I could never catch them on paper as they fade like waves upon the shores, never to be felt again. © 2017 ron |
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1 Review Added on March 20, 2017 Last Updated on March 20, 2017 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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