What is a Poem (he asked)?

Anything you want it to be

It comes from deep within

Below the surface of your soul

A place in which maybe you have never been to before

A hollow heart is tough to carve out

So, until you find the printed bricks, the ones without a home, you can begin by placing them in their place

Your descriptive words will always create their trace

One by one – where flowing lines grow

By Elizabeth Mendiola
Copyright 2016

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