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by Lilly Jul 8, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
A poem I have not written For a time too long to state My mind and thoughts lost they are In a bath of confusion and hate Many a day here I sit The world I try to fix My pen the weapon designed to fight, but in it is no win Oh how I miss this paper here Or the screen upon which I type The words dancing across the page In an order clear and concise An honour it is, a poem to read In a language, ever budding How odd, the texture of ink drops Can make ideas dance and flourish Word selection, an art A rare and delicate gift For all who try , words to match With no rules or constraints Each letter a note Upon a blissful melody played Combining the music with lyrics so bold Unleashing emotion to empower, behold!