There are no poetic ways to explain the life we live, or is there? <br />How can one say, in poetic terms, what one feels? <br />Why are the poetic meanings here one instant, and gone the next? <br />Who has an ongoing poetic way of communicating? <br />Where do lost thoughts go when they are lost? <br />Why do we sometimes find thoughts, and where were they a minute before? <br />What is that inspiring spark that lights thoughts with a glow of poetic pen? <br />When did we first have a poem, that work spirit into life? <br />These are the inquiries of the lost and found.<br /><br />Bullion Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-found-4/
