We gain pleasure ❤️

within each and every minuscule second of a minute blink..

We ponder our thought..

from traces in spaces betwixt our mind whence words are sought..

We write..

As that early crack of dawn breaks until the duskiness of light..

We read out aloud over and over..

Penning poetically is our faithful lover..

We seek no reward..

A poet needs to free a mind from things that has stored..

We gain pleasure..