Day 15
Poem
When I write I throw away caution
Soar as free as a bird, as carefree
What do you find in my creation
Food for thought under a shady tree?
As I grow old I am more in tune
With myself, the words shine in the poem
To barbs and taunts hopefully immune
A beacon of hope, a shiny totem
Find me here
I live near
My thoughts fly on wings of butterfly
To you softly, if not plucked will die
Prompt: Write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self
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