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My River into an ocean.


Let it flow, let it flow, let...it...flow Close my eyes, my soul touches the paper, and my heart just goes It beats on the page as my thoughts race against lack of free space I write because poetry is my only happy place So I let it flow, I let it flow, I...let...it...flow Thoughts that overwhelm me, I let it go Switch up my life Reverse the negatives and the no(s) I let it flow, i let it flow, so let...it...flow In a world where I am told to silent To act as if I am blind and told to be absent minded My poetry speaks My pen's ink leaks on the paper Out into the world Out into the oceans deep You see...I let it flow, So let it flow, let...it...flow I plant seeds of wisdom and love I define myself with integrity Then let it grow So the world will forever remember me Not for who I was but what I sowed within people to create I provide a seed of love to the world fate And I let it grow, so let it grow it, let...it..grow My journey, My poetry is not just for me Pour out my heart onto the page Look and see...blue and black ink dripped and dropped into the river of life That seeps into the ocean of reality ...I let it flow.
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