Poets.

by Steven Beesley   Jul 19, 2005


The poems we write are the fruits we bear.
Please come and join in our harvest.
This feast we share for your eyes to eat.
A literary delight to titillate and keep.

Like light through a prism, the different colors of our thoughts.
That change and sparkle with time, like crystals in the sand.

It is not our goal to compete, but to satisfy your soul until complete.
We share our views with different colored hues.
Like an artist's painting, creating a vision that is so sustaining.

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