All I can think about are warm windows and summer eves,
But in no absolute heart is there anything that I have to say of importance in the world.
No opinion, that matters atleast, has shook my hand with intent that I understand the importance in which it holds.
The light that it gives
The feelings that it so easily descibes,
That are so complicated to feel.
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Feelings into words are the equasion which is the making of a poet. It differs daily or even by the minute.
Warm windows and summer eves are tranquility of mind i guess. Yet a feeling of creativity has brought you here with, as you say, nothing large to say, nothing to make the world shudder. But the poetry of your words moves your world one step on and is appreciated here for your art/skill/craft.
A fine muse poem, it is superb as a poem as you think things. Kudos.
Plz Pleez do read and comment my newest poem too.
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