Concealed it grew, tiny seed of thought hidden from view. Nourished lovingly so gaining strength it formed embryo. Gestation continued the fetus was formed. Ideas expanded and the Father unknown, the creator alone gave birth to her poem.
Warm yellow sun-tempting rays of hope. The sky is but a blue domed cage, sometimes dark with strung high stars and a crooked smile crescent moon. The sky is the limit
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