Leap Year

Leap Year short poem

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Leap Year and Jupiter in good favor
Everything is changing now for the
Better…all the dreams I’ve dreamed
Forever are all finally coming together
Just like a heartbeat louder than thunder
In the icy wind of late Winter…three decades
In the making no longer standing in your
Shadow now taking the high road…I’ve
Got the feeling I can finally set my spirit
Free now and be me …this year is my year
And the world is mine for the taking with
Jupiter in good favor…all my dreams
Coming together and I have no fear this
Year, this Leap Year!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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