Heather Burns


Hey Poet Man #3 - Poem by Heather Burns

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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Comments about Hey Poet Man #3 by Heather Burns

  • Silver Star - 3,796 Points Wahab Abdul (11/29/2012 8:28:00 PM)

    very nice poem, excellent.. i like it.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013


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