Art Of My Heart - Poem by Robert Murray Smith

Into poetry the sea flows
art of my heart, seeing
all even landfall.

In its sky of dreams a
poem writes itself
instructively.

Across the befall of
nightfall it comes
as dawn.

Writing poetry is there
to be it must pour
out of me.

Poems by Robert Murray Smith

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