my voice blesses stage-
the noise reaches ears-
and morphs with your cheers-
the formation makes-
the foundation shake-
And all of the while-
I can't help but smile.....
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About Me
- Air-Stan
- Second son of Isabelle and Brian/ Two brothers, two dogs, And a girl to confide in/ Truly blessed, I begin every week/ Earning that rent, By the skin of my teeth/ Big smile, When my ink’s over beats/ I walk city streets, Cause’ my city Don’t sleep/
Awesome poem (lyrics?)! I like it a lot. However, I think the word "morph" doesn't seem to flow into it. Can't think of another word myself, but overall = :)
ReplyDeleteYou make a very good point. Thanks for the feedback!
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