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be the poet

I was searching for a poet,

who could express my feelings,

with his deep words,

and make it look like magic.

there was something missing,

in each poem I read though,

something that just couldn’t ​fit,

the magic maybe.

then I sat with a quill dripping with ink,

and filled the parchment,

with words the poets couldn’t write,

and created magic likewise.

i’ll be the poet and you, poetry.

words for the day

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