Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

And the poet
wrote her story
in lovely metered
prose
Nothing more
that she could do
than lay
her heart
eXposed

Life is still a
dance
no matter what you
do
And everything’s a
chance
a door
for walking through

She leaves it widely
open
and worries not the
risk
and fills the air
with Chopin
and breathes in
morning mist

The days will make
the colors
that shade
the things to
come
still, the world can be
a dullard
and leave your soul
undone

So the poet
writes her story
and scribbles at it
still
with no dreams of
glory
just a view
from toP of
hill

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