Back to my favourite rhymes I go,
Keep the rhythm quick as we flow,
Appeares that writing voice is back,
No need now for all your life hacks,
The refrain encapsulates vision, souring high.
The grandest place to thrive, creativity cries.
Incased in suits, all bullet proof.
Meaning of powersuit, not aloof.
Fluttering new wings of glory,
Touching heaven, sparks gold stories.
Raining down vocabulary, feeling prose.
Writing anyways in poems, how this writer’s mind grows.
Round in circles, form graceful dances ever-glowing.
Phoenix rising, as he spins.
Diving down, prey on fish with fins.
Consuming all the rhymes precision.
No one can claim indecision,
Choose the words, that force you far into a whirlpool.
Round you’ve spun, twirling; time granted swirling jewels.
Another verse rises, ascending,
Riding stairways, crescendoing.
Flying the stairway to heaven,
Lyrics, mana, and nectar; times seven.
Wings of angels, spirits, enchant; singing —
Back to my favourite anthem of life, song ringing.
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