Opus To Opuss Opuss is new to me, I believe it sets me free. You can write with love, You can write with hate. You can write to explain what you thought of a date. I can create, type and jot, Wether I believe it's read or not. It's like a drink, It hits the spot, It's my new found friends, It's what I've got. One day a story, One day a rhyme, One day a sentence when short of time. One day I might describe what's seen above, One day the feathers of a pure white dove. You can read people's lives, Like an open book, You can read the a description, of a ghostly look, You can read right to the end of a #poem that might have took, an hour to write, or a week to cook. I enjoy writing and tapping away myself, But have no delusions of my work ever on a shelf.
