Poema

I am God’s handiwork, His Poema-
married to the Chosen One,
child of the Burning Sun.

Lover of nature and nuance-
free as a wild horse
to harness poetic discourse.

In God’s Poem, His Poema-
I am the one who rhymes
according to His design.

Employing the gifts bestowed-
wielding them time after time,
expressing them line upon line.

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