The Wandering PoetA Poem by writingonthewall
No Equal-
No Contemporary. Walked great distances; Within my confined space. Conversations with the butterfly: Flirtatious and dangerous, Intricacy about the intimate (We had) Intimacy without intricacy. Those wings flew off When the butterfly left- My wings left too. I wrote poems to console myself My poetry reached Kings and Queens Became a poet for her highness. Now I write this as a memoir of the here and now, For I haven't a clue what tomorrow will bring this neglected soul.
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