The Poet
A poets range is endless there's no limits to the ink,
the words surrender one by one with senses that it links.
poetry has it's way of disguising a emotion buried deep,
the words can be conveying truth the highs also steep.
A poets heart is active touching on what is dealt,
and in it's dynamics showing something being felt.
A poem has it's way of describing sounds smells, touch
the hand is it's portal to display the sight of much.
A poets heart is open no-matter how dark the tale is,
or even in brightness joy the heart will surely speaks.
The feather pen is journeying all the stories share,
the poet displays it voice and to all who need and care.
By honesty811
© 2012 honesty811
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