IT WASN'T
IT WASN'T
by Jezreel Madsa
it wasn't the pinning of
the stars upon the
ebony carpet of the
firmament
made this poet to write
it wasn't the chirps and tweets
the birds that bids
the daylight break
in silent hum the
poet wakes
neither the ivory kisses
of the rain
slid down the slope
a sulky cheek in pain—
bled such ink down his morose pen
nor was the valley low, dear
still less the mountains high
it wasnt natures without—
or nature within —
compels a song a poet sing
it was simply you—
not the hands that kiss
not the lips that touch
not the mouth
that breathes
nor the heart that hugs
simply you it was.
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