Bearing a PoemA Poem by It's Me, The MiracleI want to tell my readers about the way, a set of few words turns me on and makes me write a poem with themWith these small words, I dreamt of making a river flow A flow that will bring out all those delighting emotions Those emotions got me cease for special moments A kind of eternal lay off, that was drew up by honesty Honesty being the focus of thoughts, I was out of docility Thoughts flowing out of my control, I was charmed Charmed by the flow of words, that was whelming I wrote the story of my soul in steady rhyming words
On ceasing the story of my soul, I named it as a poem © 2015 It's Me, The MiracleAuthor's Note
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