Poem By Paul Butters

I Play with Words,
It’s what I Do.
Just what are poems?
You have your View.

Your mountains, lakes,
Your trees and seas.
To music’s rhythms,
All to Please!

Comments about Play

Poetry is part of life! Nice work. Thanks for sharing.
Short but very very truthful. Enjoyed. Regards. Craig.
Words turn to verse and the writer creates... well done!

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