Two poets meet For a moment in time, To flow with free style Or bind in rhyme. Neither soul knows What the other will say, But the inks flows With essence to brighten a day. Such are you and I. I take it not for granted. For what we have shared, Only God could have sent it. I miss those inky moments and The words we shed aboard. But God continues to bless Even though the winds have called. So go forth, my twin, In what you are called to do. Hopefully, our paths will cross Just like our ink did too. Your Poetic Twin...Joyce Congrats On The Bestowment Of Poet Of The Week!!!