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Poetry Ain't Words
From nothing it is to begin
Every little thing to trigger the mind for words
Almost like sleeping waiting for dreams
For only a self will words be heard
Presenting imagery imaginable
Desiring description to be penned
Beyond an innate self probable
Simply a matter of time... when
And the words itself were written
Painting a picture with words instill
A rather then to simply listen
You read and form an image to feel
In your mind it lives
No longer reading were words
For your mind believes
The words were simply heard
From nothing it is to begin
From a start to the end
A world no more to mean
Were it words poetry was to lend
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