Poetry and Me
Endless thoughts,
never a goal,
emotions taking hold.
Words of expression,
a way to release.
Poetry
a form of melody,
coming and going.
Sailing through,
recorded and sometimes forgotten,
the simply memories of you.
The feelings stay
leaving a print
on the soul it went through,
poetry and me in an everlasting eternity.
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