Writing Rhymes
He never liked to sleep alone
Nor share his thoughts on the telephone
Though solitude held cherished times
He sat in darkness writing rhymes
He liked soft rain upon his face
One step beyond all time and space
Cross frosted fields his diamonds glowed
Lost in dreams ’long lonesome roads
He never liked a crowded floor
Excuses made for starting war
Those of silence neath the flame
When those of shame just pass the blame
He loved the morning hues of dawn
One step beyond where lines were drawn
He loved when shadows danced in mime
While he sat in darkness writing rhymes
Michael33
The Vision of Poets 
You rhyme beautifully!
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Rhymes on rhymes do rhyme so well .And the solitude in the rhyme protrude pretty good !!
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AWW I know this is true for sure Michael. I think the darkness is comforting a lot of the time. Love how you hid the 33 on the jar in your photo. I always look for it! Hugs on your Sunday and everyday. 🦋 ❤
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