It will become easy with time.
You don't even have to rhyme,
Tis not a crime,
To drop them like a dime,
And not pick them up again,
To spill them in a spin,
Like a whirlwind that does rend,
Even the best of men,
Just say what is upon,
Your heart before its gone,
You just have to don,
Your minds poetic dawn.
It is a gift, but also a skill,
So do you have the will,
To practice it still,
Till your hearts fulfill?
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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