WORDS OV PROSE
Words have been running thru my mind, ov those I wish to find.
My prose ov which, I wish to grow.
Words become benign, growing at every sign.
Words ov finesse, can come at any time.
Leading the blind, but caressing the soul
Dramatic you will find, visions with my control.
Many words I could provide, all comes from with inside.
Bleeding words, are on our minds.
Words ov prose, helps luv become refined.