Today I'll sit and go over the poetry talking in my head,
One idea enhances my atmosphere… imagination must be fed.
One blank sheet of paper becomes my landfill of living emotion.
My thoughts come alive before I can revive. I keep on posting.
Together we tell the secrets of meditation and its properties…
The creator talks…I keep extracting….we go by proper creeds.
One thing leads to another…thinking turns to writing…
Writing finds its way to lover’s lane to be framed in the lighting.
Such a pleasurable immeasurable way to keep warm…
When it’s cold outside, I can always depend on "Another Poem."
Written By: POETIC X