Welcome to this poetic society,
Where our pens flow free.
Secrets lie within the blood of ink,
A poetic heart, a nestalgic link.
To create a world of misty dreams,
As thoughts flow like crystal streams.
Every strike carved into time,
Even if there is no rhyme.
A warm silent welcome grin,
You found home my friend.
So I welcome you to this poetic society,
Go now and let that ink flow free.
©lyriks
L