A Poet’s DesireA Poem by Steve KittellIf
I could turn my words into the finest wine We’d
sail on those balmy seas until the end of time If
I could print money on all the paper I use Our
sky would rain confetti any time you choose If
my wishes could be granted for all that I desire We’d
spent our moonlit evenings cuddled by a fire If
my fantasies could ever be reality All
I’d ever need is for you to be with me.
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Added on October 14, 2014 Last Updated on October 14, 2014 Tags: love, desire, wishes, writing. poetry, poets AuthorSteve KittellIn the shadow of Windmill Cottage, East Greenwich, RIAboutHaving suffered almost fifty years of writers block I'm back, picking up exactly where I left off, as a mischievous five year old. Current chidren's poems can be seen at: http://www.childrens-stori.. more..Writing
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