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
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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!!!