Buried under rock and dirt
Deep within the cleaved earth
Sits a crystal small and round
Here a Diamond can be found
Between the mundane and profound
Lines of beauty can be found
So I read your every woe and care
In hope of finding beauty there.
Indeed I trust in every heart
Resides the gift of the writers art
In each a story or a poem lurks
I’ve heard the songs and read the works.
Happy New Year Poets. Keep Writing.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com