Here's todays Guess It poem. By far my favorite thus far. Can you guess it??
Limitless.
infinite depth,
In is greatest form.
Barely tapped into.
A blank canvas for some,
Waiting for their masterpiece.
A silent instrument for others,
Waiting for its symphony.
Lined paper for many,
With life's daily note taking.
A touch of insanity lingers in most,
Disguised marvelously as humor.
The only way to survive,
This thing called life.
Once you let someone into it,
Their footprints never truly leave.
Occasionally Sending postcards to the
Heart,
As a reminder.
it never sleeps,
And only eats...
When wisdom is served at its best.
And drinks,
When love,
Is the rarest, oldest bottle of wine.
Ready to get intoxicated,
In the depths of another.
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