Poetry Travels — Blue Feet, Bamboo Flute

Poetry takes me to places I didn’t know existed No passport, no tickets No baggage, no taxi She holds my hand And we travel To places I didn’t know existed Within me I watch her in amazement As we fly the skies together I bow to her with joy As I scribble Her sweet whispers I bow […]

via Poetry Travels — Blue Feet, Bamboo Flute

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