Poets Dream
O circle of poets,
ring of friends,
I've picked up my pad and pen.
To write the words that hang on walls,
I feel has if it is my call.
To fill this world with paragraphs,
a sentence to forever last.
A piece of me to stay behind,
a journey deep within my mind.
When I've no voice my words will scream,
and has you read I've lived my dream...
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