I figure I should post one of my published poems so you can decided if I'm a decent enough writer or not before you trust me with your story. 
Up high I float, past clouds
Traveling the heavens,
on a soft trail of incense smoke
Only those who look may see me
Only those who dare breathe may follow my path
Few can follow my ever changing rhythm
Most are blind and find only on scent,
one way
For others, the wind may stop,
but the scent of life remains
V.

Up high I float, past clouds
Traveling the heavens,
on a soft trail of incense smoke
Only those who look may see me
Only those who dare breathe may follow my path
Few can follow my ever changing rhythm
Most are blind and find only on scent,
one way
For others, the wind may stop,
but the scent of life remains
V.
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