Enchanting poetry

March 8, 2012
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Writing a poem,
Is not as easy as being at home.
The time or writing them has gone,
Some are as clear as dawn.
Others may confuse you,
Or be as refreshing as morning dew.
Perhaps even as dark as an enchanting forest,
Singing like an angel chorus.
Many don't understand their beauty,
But few understand their duty.
They can help us through tough times,
And help us bind.
To the ones we love,
Their words as soft as a feathery dove.

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