my daughter posted something on fb
that gave me a idea for a poem


skys above me
is sharing
between
you and me
as our dreams
tend to blossom
we tend to feel lost
in our own soul
as the earth
we tend to walk on
gives us strenght
the gift that has welcome
into our hearts
as one can see
the mile stone
of all the postive notes
that tend to lay ahead
as the fire burns
through out our blood
and glow with
such radiant,
for the spark of the fire
that often burns
as the fire can be so deep
the goverment, i shall say
is a place that idiots tend to
go
as the fire has control us
a bad descion
to poison the soul

Shakespearean in strength
Refreshing in expression
Nice writing Queene !

KiK