So you want your poetry to be
Happy and Free
To dance on those hot summer nights
To sing into the wind
The praise of youthfulness
And then never to be heard from again.
My words come out and speak from my soul
They are not what you want to hear
They linger and twirl
Unforgiving they are
They speak the truth of our bitter souls
And the beauty that lies within.
Annette Marie Hovey
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