Birthing the Verse
An elusive virtue drives the urge
for a bard’s excessive verbiage purge
The obscure phrase one seems to splurge
begins clear meaning to submerge
and song becomes a funeral dirge
as lovely phrases each diverge
One strives to make them all converge
by adding words to coax the merge
and blend them so they may emerge as
“Wow! Look at that beautiful sunset!”
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