The Mind Of A Poet
The depths of the mind, as inner thoughts wind ,and thoughts become words on a page.Sometimes the words , can be harder to find, as if locked up in a cage.
The thoughts they are there, and you so want to share , but at times no words can define.
So you write what you will, your mind patient and still,and it all comes together in time.
The heart of a poet, complex in design,can bring light to a place thats been dark.
You just hope that the words that you leave on the page, do good in hitting their mark.
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