Footprints

Searching for 
Your special star? 
Your imprint in sand, 
Will take you far. 

Poems 
I would rather write 
My passion is 
A daily delight 
Swimming 
Gliding 
Floating by 
Clouds do pass 
Write do I 
Composer 
Singer 
Of the pen 
Keys of bet 
Clammy when … 
Bold and full of juicy speech 
Let me live let me preach 
Holy sermons in each letter 
Panting pens 
Are drooling wetter 
Leaking to the tips of nails 
I do not know what will prevail 
Questions of the cartridge size 
Does not matter let it fly 
No mistakes 
Erasers are band 
Please release 
Whiteout in hand 
Nothing will be 
In your future 
If fancy do 
Your Band-Aids suture 
I lose not faith 
In my walk of works 
Of what my hand my write 
And how my mind may turk. 

Searching for 
Your special star? 
Your imprint in sand, 
Will take you far.

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