This is a writers block poem.
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Enough about hearts and frivolousness.
I have sealed many pages with my mark
Of flowers and red and the bluest of roses.
Trees of green and blue skies
I have developed an intimacy with these words.
No surprise, I am an intimate observer
Sincerely and ever caring
I wear no disguise to try and sneak an
Inauthentic poem pass
Rainbows know I have had my epiphanies
I have listed horizons more time than not
Dusk and dawn how can I ever
Hope to carry on?
What for was I born
I love my poems as if they were my flesh
But what next?
I've written about love times and times again
Until I now wear her name on my sleeve
I should roam the planet searching for a clue
If this pen does not send poetic words
I fear I might wither into dust.
I love each word.
Lover of words I am the intimate observer
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