Freeing the Words
I find a place inside my head
where words are waiting to be said
My pen embarks on a new journey
to say what I feel and set the words free
Some days find the simples, other days the blues
Words that tell of flowers, even of shoes
It matters not whether they blend or rhyme
it's simply words escaping from an imaginative mind
Lynn West
(c) 2011
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