Nothing like
a childs poem
to set imagination's
wildfires
that metamorphasize
into gentle images
that rain down
wholesomeness
upon worldy minds.
(c) Melissa Munn_______________________________________________________
My baby
The day I saw my baby,
Was full of thinking maybe,
This crazy kitten could be mine,
I put my fingers in the cage hole,
His soft tounge was almost fatal,
I told him come with me,
And we will truly be.(c) Grace Robbins
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The Unthinkable
Walking through a dreamy night,
Looking at the pretty light,
I can see,
I can smell,
The lights of love,
The trees Dove,
New york.
(c) Grace Robbins