Jenny Kissed Me

This is not my poetry

I can’t claim to own it

Or care about its worth

Instead I ready for the bliss

As I meet this poetry again

Face to face

In your lines.

 

This is not my poetry

The meter drives many hearts to beat

The sound inspires many inhalations

I greet these verses in song after song

And meet these words in many magnificent books.

 

This is not my poetry

This poetry belongs to no one

This poetry is born again to all of us in every instant.

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