~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

THE EDGE

Have you stood there at sunset, ever looked down from a ledge
from the place where you do write, way up high on a cliff’s edge?
It’s your ledge that is so high, hidden up there in a cloud
Soon becoming an image clear, in what seems a foggy shroud.

Words soon turn into pictures, that speak out so very loud,
Especially when those words, are heard below by a crowd.
A crowd where the image seen, then within their mind will grow
Like a seed that you planted, one that in time they will sow.

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