Poetry

where it started

written by: SNOWonPAPER

journal #1

That is where it started, and it never really stopped.
The world couldn't hold it, but it never got dropped.
some mark it useless,
others call it great,
but all it really is was trying to relate.
A little bit of poetry which only had to meet,
The african rhythym and the sounds of the street.


Robert Snow

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