Poetry

By , Santa Clara, CA
Your born with it,
but it hides
waiting deep inside you.
Until one day
it jumps out
and you realize that the paragraph you've been writing
isn't a paragraph
but a poem.
A beautiful,
sweet,
lovely,
little poem.
You're first poem
there will never be another one like it
cause now the way you
think,
speak,
write,
read,
the way you do anything and everything will never be the same.
All because of one beautiful,
sweat,
lovely,
little poem.





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TCMix said...
Dec. 16, 2009 at 12:04 pm
Great Job, Super Poem!
 
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