Poems are but a jumble of words, but for some not but a jumble of words, but the real thing of jumbled words. For instance for some is this thunder that shakes me, for instance for some is the morning rise that wakes me. Inspiration of worlds alike, each one's poem is of a different life. Morning birds sing, time bells ring, your poem i know, makes you smile. Some are random, out of the blue, Oh but be careful, somebody's poem could just be watching you.
