I fall into my poetry, sometimes,
like a dancer falls into the music
or an artist into his medium
It sweeps me
self-fulfilling creativity
passion and feelings
bound in the form of words
Exploding memories and convictions
and the realization
that I am going to share it all
someday.
gallagher
04 apr 84
Irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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