by Sid de Knees

Created on: June 03, 2009

A poem about creation.

The sky is blue as blue bell blue,
with not a cloud to hide the sun,
I sit and think as oft I do,
and let my fingers start to run,

what comes from this experiment,
your guess I guess is good as mine,
but as I write my time is spent,
in hoping practice may make shine,

my word arrangement and content,
so when you read you see something,
thus sending you away unbent,
but stood upright with want to sing!

And if I make a soul beam bright,
then on this day I'll know delight!

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