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Writing poetry is not easy..It is a very challenging past time if one tries to do forms and follow some termi
nology..
Morning Wind
Morning wind tickled with whisper
Willows thin limbs and ancient brow.
Many days winds' chill was crisper,
Forgetful of when; can't think now
Life at times was richer, draw blank
Of those events right at this time.
Richness seems to come with each rank
Of age increase, now don't need mime
Mime one who has more worldliness.
No! Let my mime be Jesus Christ.
Let me become like him actless
Let the Spirit draw me entice
* Trying to do Tetrameter
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