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Give a poet a chance, and he'll show you a new kind of dance.
One who's steps are made of words,
And sound like a song from birds.
Too many lack t..
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To have at a look,
A start of this book,
Within it a chance,
To begin our dance.
We have been caught,
With a single thought,
That began in a j..
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Dedicated to Madeline,
Made for and Inspired by her.
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Dedicated to Madeline,
Made for and Inspired by her.
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The art of words,Flow as a stream.The path is steady,Gentle curves,Slight falls.Someone comes along,And the flow increases,Momentum builds,As a river ..
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Knowing you smile,Raises my spirits.Knowing you're happy,Keeps me content.Who knows if you are,This girl of my dreams.These feelings you stir,Seem jus..
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A wilting rose radiates not beauty,The affection it was receiving is no more,Without someone to care for it,The rose will fade away.Yet, a wilting ros..
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The heart so guarded, Is now yours alone.The walls so strong,Crumble before you.The hurt, the pain,Is all in the past.The regrets, the lies,The past i..
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Ashy Tears,After a large eruption.Flowing warmth,Warm arms reaching,Across the Earth.A tender breeze,Cools the air.Whilst a gentle rain,Quenches the s..
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A task never easy,Never simple as seems.Most view it as a simple thing,The few that notice,Wish it'd never have need,Of such a dreadful feeling.The un..
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