Past midnight

The moon crept in

Announcing Your arrival

Grumbling

Accompanied my hasty departure

 

On the bare roof

Sheer

Night-sky majesty

Flooding me

With gratitude

 

Poetry Expressing the Heart & Soul

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Where does poetry come from? Where does poetry go? When you write poetry, is it a struggle, a flow – is it even you? Poetry has as many faces as souls on the planet. Share a bit of yours.