I met a gifted poet,
Who could write his words with ease.
And rhyme his lines in perfect time,
As pretty as you please.
"What sorcery is this?" I asked him.
"How can these things you do, be done?"
As I stepped into his shadow,
So he could block me from the sun/Son.
He said
"This bright light you see behind me"
(As he motioned, with his thumb)
"And wherever the light is reaching
Are where my words are from."
"You need only step from darkness,
And feel the warmth, from whence it came
And accept the words that you are given
Then you yourself, could do the same"
-The poet in me
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Brilliant!
Very well penned .
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