Why I Write
Between two covers
bleed songs of catharsis
a soul, in words, revealed.
Words like photos
of the pen's dance on paper
a poet's written ballet.
Ink sprawled across pages
as paint on a canvas
to place a heart on display.
Phrases are my
heart's aching melody
singing only to me.
Phrases are my
heart's beautiful melody
singing joy to me.
Poetry cherished
as a hidden symphony, kept
between two covers.
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