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To my soul
I firmly grasp my plastic pen
And wave it through the air .
As language bids me greet the night
Then across the page my poem flies
words herd me to a different lair
Beyond the realm of human sight .
image and feeling rare ,
Parade themselves to illuminate my soul .
- Deepshita
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