the words tickled <br />a rare thing thinking <br />less of myself for this pleasure <br /> <br />should never but always <br />shoulder to Muse <br />heave compassionate <br /> <br />because we yearn to be compelled <br />because pride makes us credulous <br />because the sun shines <br />warmer on my face <br />because of what, ignored, <br /> faces my back<br /><br />Tanec Rayl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-if-i-m-lost/
