A poet like me
Casting nets to the windy
Waterfalls wonder
If there is a melody
Playing for their rhythmic splash
Nature calls for me
Letting them to other souls
Telling their story
Asking for breaths of honor
And telling of their life songs
At last, they hear verbs
Splashing falling waterfalls
Waters to refresh
Standing underneath the flow
Feeling the wet, mossy stones
Taking leaps for love
Hand in hand forever more
And next, the lovers
Dance upon the sandy shores
Aromatic tides of salt
Shell crumbs under feet
Tides rushing with salt and sand
Like dermabrasion
Scrubbing sludge and adding more
Taking away worried songs
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This is in response to the prompt: ______like me. Read more here: Dead Poets Live
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