My mind in contemplation
This paper await a touch of pen
Still I wonder the words thus to create
A flow of poetic lines
Whilst visualize myself the one within
Ought I to express of saddened lives
Or perhaps like fairytales - of happy endings
Who knows - perhaps my created words
Could mend so many broken hearts
Just like splinters of broken glass
O' how many upon a wishing star - dreamt of love too last.
Perhaps my created words
Too some bring tear drops
These words from mind thus bring I forth
Somedays express I of love and hate
Either - unto ye who read
My created words - might relate
A message of hope - so ever often
Might I bring to heart
Whilst my created words embrace I as gifted art.
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