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Talent by Michael R. Burch for Kevin Nicholas Roberts I liked the first passage of her poem?where it led (though not nearly enough to retract what I said.) Now the book propped up here flutters, scarcely half read. It will keep. Before sleep, let me read yours instead. There's something like love in the rhythms of night ?in the throb of streets where the late workers drone, in the sounds that attend each day’s sad, squalid end? that reminds us: till death we are never alone. So we write from the hearts that will fail us anon, words in red truly bled though they cannot reveal whence they came, who they're for. And the tap at the door goes unanswered. We write, for there is nothing more than a verse, than a song, than this chant of the blessed: "If these words be my sins, let me die unconfessed! Unconfessed, unrepentant; I rescind all my vows!" Write till sleep: it’s the leap only Talent allows. Keywords/Tags: talent, friend, friendship, poem, poems, poetry, poet, poets, book, sounds, write, writing, words, art, creation, creativity, rhyme

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