He is Frankly, one of today´s best poets that I know,
True wordsmith of unending magic & words that
flow,
His words like birds, take flight, ascend, glide &
soar,
Taking his followers to the entrance of Heaven´s door,
Giving us poetic halos, worded wings & freedom to
fly,
Saint Peter asks on our arrival, when we get to the
sky,
“Why so soon? Your time for Heaven has not yet come”
Frank´s poetry sends us straight to the moon, stars
& sun,
And swiftly launches us out of our banal earthly
realm,
With his treasured galleon of words & Frank at the
helm.
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