My Writes Poem by Ray Hansell

My Writes



Sometimes the words come flowing out
Like rivers to the sea
They are the thoughts that I have
Living here inside of me

Hopefully I get the chance
To write them all down
Before they get lost
In the sea of life and drown

I try to keep a notebook
Along with a pen
Because I never know
When a thought could become a gem


2-22-20/RjH

Sunday, October 11, 2020
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Ray Hansell

Ray Hansell

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