Sunday, May 28, 2017

Stepping stones

A poem is a stepping stone
That brings us cross the river
A poem is a steady rung
That brings us up to heaven.

A poem gives us the time and space
To join up all the silences
Beguiling with soft cadences
Suggesting with mild sentences.

It springs the inner self
It mines the deepest treasure
It scales the peaks and valleys
A constant lifelong pleasure.

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