Like scattered leaves, my words will flow
Am I a poet? I don't know
Oh geez I'm not supposed to rhyme
Because this verse is meant to be free
But will I ever be free,
in verse, in life, in mind?
Like scattered leaves
of flowers white
Blown off by wind in moments time
Like words in mind will disappear
the moment they pop up?
Will they ever flow
my words of rhyme not rhyming
like scattered leaves in pink
like moments in life
But will I ever be free?
Am I a poet? I don't know
My words are scattered and
flowing through my mind
I try to rhyme a free verse
I try to live a free life
I try so hard to keep a free mind
I don't know
All I know is that,
like scattered leaves, my words will flow

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