I'm not full of answers
Nor full of questions
I sense what my heart follows
Maybe I take suggestions
Perfect I'm in no form
My strings play an old song
I'm still learning my yearn
To trust my colours of crayon
The smell and the echoes
Surrounding my wild
Has open doors
Yet to be defined.
So let's be kind...
Not Perfect
Az Mo
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/19/2019
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Poem topics: heart, perfect, song, trust, wild, play, sense, smell, open, yearn, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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