Found Poetry 284

5/8/20

I feel the flow entering me
now I'm swaying high in the trees
receiving instant infinite simplicity
then I splash down in a sea of creativity

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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