![]() PoetryA Poem by Emily B![]() it grew wings and flew away. . .![]() Poetry is a place.
It's where I put my heart and you pick it up to see.
My triumphs and scars are engraved there.
It is impossible for us to keep such things to ourselves
and so we share.
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Poetry is a destination.
It's the hundred extra steps
Our hopes and haunts In the lost ellipses
We cannot share
and so we write.
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<table cellpadding="4" width="300"><tr><td width="50" valign="top"><a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/link/310557/"><img src="http://www.writerscafe.org/uploads/stories/tiny/06501700-1205402944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></td><td valign="top"><font size="2"><a href="http://www.writerscafe.org/link/310557/"><b>Metamorphosis</b></a></font><br />A Poem by Emily Burns<br /></td></tr></table>
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