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Finite Lines
Finite Lines
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I'm not a poet/poetess
I simply concoct words
From the midst of my soul
And scribble them into lines & rhymes
That mimic poetry
I wonder how stunning poetry would look like
Should I adorned it with the finest string
Of metaphors tied with glossy ribbons of Happiness?
Should it be written in all tales of wonderful?
Should they pictures all about the charm of joy and the agony of sorrow?
But then I'm not a poetess/poet
I randomly concoct words
From the depth of my heart
And blend them into stories
Portraying the beauty of life
The way I see it in my eyes
