Poet
My words are mirrors
of my thoughts and feelings,
my pen a hopeful maiden,
twisting and turning on the page,
feathery phrases my props,
to lure your chivalrous hands
to take me for a dance,
hoping to send electric waves,
leaving you in a trance,
to offer a home for my poems.
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