So I DistantSmoke wrote this opening verse ...


...but Parkovic comes now to keep you immersed.


 From Shakespeare to Wordsworth, through Keats, Yeats and Poe

All writers and poets needs must bear their soul!

From deep introspection to wildest excess,

We strive for the reason and rhyme with finesse.


Yet where does it come from, this impulse to write?

Turning my head, and my day into night,

Turning new pages and burning ones past

Forever a new leaf to follow the last.


An instinct, a hunger, a cry in the dark?

The joy of just sharing a witty remark?

Whatever the answer - we share it, us two

... (next writer's line)



The End

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