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By:  EyeOfTheTiger2u7~

In this poetic rhapsody
Words linger in my mind
Like a song without a melody
Written down in rhyme
.
The words that we capture
As the visions unfold
Caught up in the rapture
These verses must be told
.
Like a painter with his easel
Color splashed upon a canvas
So are the words so fragile
In the memory as they pass
.
With pen in hand set to paper
Ink flows from the well
Simple words that we favor
Many verses left to tell
.
As the lines go drifting by
Fading out of sight
It is ours to do or die
To write with all our might
.
Now it all ends it seems
As the lamp grows dim
Like a candle as it gleams
This is but a poets dream

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EyeOfTheTiger2u7
March 24 2014 ©