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.
