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Poetic
Your words fly, wings to my heart
The blank page from which we start
Holds promises of thoughts unheard
Pray my pen finds a phrase, a perfect word
From you I see a life unknown
Emotions and thoughts, I am not alone
Bound by rhyme we stumble on
Lives exposed in poetic song
They like to say that poetry died
In beat and sonnet, confused they lied
My words and yours march along
To a different beat and a beautiful song
(Stoic)
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