WHEN MY SOUL SINGS !

Like  clouds , -  light  or  heavy  ;  dark  or  white
spreading   sometimes  on  my   sky
my  spectrum -  thoughts   slips  out  of  Soul
descend    sometimes   winging  down .

Not  for  fame   or  mammon-  game
I  plan   or   knit  my  beloved  words
my  poems  float  out  with  magic  wings
like  Nature's  whim  or  spring-time  birds

Words   are  thoughts  or  fragrance  from  Soul
often  floats   or   come  down  on prints
I  desire  them   all     to  fly  around
they are  wrapped  with  my  fledgling  dreams !
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Composed  : 7 / 11 / 2006 :  Published   in  OLD   Management  ; Poetry .com .