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I would call myself a Poet, for this beautiful love never leaves me.

The silence speaks many words.

Maybe it’s time to listen.

Some poems need no introduction –  they only make sense over time.

THE POET’S SEASON

No rhyme or reason

The Poet’s Season

Awaits its time

In deep divine

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Each flowing thought

A lesson taught

Like falling leaves

Renewing trees

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In spark of heart

A feeling to start

Springs like a flower

A miracle power

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The meaning is light

As words take flight

Blending together

Like birds of a feather

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A passionate muse

Wisdom in clues

Connected to mars

The sun, moon and stars

[Words by Clarabelle]

Trust you are on the right path – you never went off track.

Clarabelle