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10/9/2023 1:46:39 AM
A poem about the loss of a poem	When you pour out your soul, words so fully drowning the page, Then your thumb hugs delete, your mind filling with rage. Eloquently written, to be deemed "one of your best" So you summon the growth which lays the pen down to rest. It spoke as it tumbled in description so vivid, With a press of a key, page left blank, stark & rigid. A grin does appear from one side to the other, As being present has gifted the knowledge of power. Power to know that it is all for said reason, For I am a poet whom can scribe in each season. -heddyalice
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10/9/2023 1:46:39 AM

When you pour out your soul,
words so fully drowning the page,
Then your thumb hugs delete,
your mind filling with rage.
Eloquently written, to be deemed
"one of your best"
So you summon the growth which
lays the pen down to rest.
It spoke as it tumbled in description
so vivid,
With a press of a key, page left blank,
stark & rigid.
A grin does appear from one side to
the other,
As being present has gifted the knowledge of power.
Power to know that it is all for said
reason,
For I am a poet whom can scribe
in each season.

-heddyalice

pages: 1