how my first poem was born
my teenage fancy
that flooded like pure honey
spilt, in ecstasy
on a white sheet, full of glee
as a drop of poetry
simile smiled in it
metaphors mingled well knit
with nature's fine script
nooks of my soul seemed grace-lit
has poetry found me fit?
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