LEO Phakhuimi Kashung Poet Free verse

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I wander like a reeds,

editing woes consume me

I spent countless late nights

Guidance sought in artistic hand

Wisdom dawn within

Of the artist whose hand I revere

Their lessons I absorbed

But with little improvement

And there's no solution after.

But words take fight

and poems take their stride.

With words gives some sinews and muscles, giving them a breath of life

Woven into a beautiful poem

You are reading now.

One path may close another beacon bright,

The closed door, a key to the chamber of the unseen.

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