Small words, big meaning

To understand, to finally know,

Emotions that leave you seeing

The world and the woe

Of unheard thoughts and words unsaid.


Poetry shows the world

Who I truly am,

While sing a cord

Or just in a jam.

No poem should be left unread.


Every poet has a unique view

Of the clouds and trees,

Of how the world is and what we knew.

So I just write and sing with the bees

To say the thoughts in my head.

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