Simply Poems Are

Upon the kiss of paper and quill

The pregnancy of emotions

Words into the ocean sail

Born a poem so true with dedication

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Happiness and loneliness collide

All pains are there, those loves too

Colors of smile and grimace, put on words to survive

Stories of white and blue

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Poems are unpolished stones, looking for a friend

When it chilled someone to the bone

Then stones turn to lovely gems

And finally to the reader's heart, poems found a home....

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