Birth of a Word
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What to say, what to write as I search my mind for any matching word
I go fishing in a world where words live I dove inward
I develop a rhythm of soft tone
Written on a page but ingraved in stone
All strung together still each stanza, stands alone,
Only when said right is the meaning truly shown
But what is this literature you’ll find in fierce paucity
A story of becoming a poem of thought, that was thought would
grow up to be a poet’s protege classic form of poetry
By
Sage