RhymeFairy
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My Erotic Trail said:one word muse
sunshine
where words are
links in a chain
a leaf on a tree
a blade of grass
one touching
another
and another
a patch
of colored flowers
in a field
each one
makes the whole
one word
trails to become
poetry
twisted trails of dust roaming
as broken down wagons settle down
in ruts from the rain, long ago dried up
like pulverized prunes. begging
a begetting a drop or two.
free water trace, tranced
into a cyclone from way
back when
when the good guys wore white
the bad guys, you could smell
a mile off. see the their swanky
swagger. taste fear
for what it was
a bullet betwixt the eyes.