each note so high, just right
every verse a thread, woven, just so-
in muse’s song of poetry, the verse,
to pour out my heart, skein of thought
the roiling fog mist emotion
captured, dancing, eternally living
in immortalized verse;
that I would, living on earth
this very short life;
that I would, in life living know.
(c)GayUganda
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