Treasure Island

Heather Burns


Hey Poet Man #3


Hey poet man
you are a rare

jewel

irreplaceable

with your soft
touch, paper
and pen

weaving magic

creating flames
of desire,
fulfilling dreams
with

strawberry affairs.

heather burns




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Submitted: Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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