ryanmaginn
- Apr 11
- 1 min read

the poet

'If only I could open

my heart even more

to spill more beauty on the page'

the poet mistook himself for a man

A man?

you think wrong

How can you separate

the singer from the song?

the flower from the bee?

the sower from the seed?

What a happening you are!

what you fail to understand,

beauty is not something you wish for,

it is a doing

it is you

see it,

if you can

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