a poem
is but one tear or
just one smile from
one life that shares
an image of its soul
a tear that falls
as each word is written
when a seagull calls beyond the dunes,
when thunder and wind wraps my soul,
when loneliness intrudes amidst the crowd,
or when the moon is all alone
a smile that blooms in full
as the sun rises at gray of dawn
to banish all that were cried at night,
to paint the sky with pearl, pink, then gold,
to bless some place you often visit,
where i am always drawn
a poem
is all of life
thrown windward to the sky,
to share with all the world,
every tear and every smile
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