In the late
Hour of night
I reach for pen
And paper to caress
My thoughts
Onto sacred lines
Breathing poetry,
I’m blessed beyond
Love to share
Myself with such
A sacred notebook.
Excitement fills
Every space
And tears make
A way toward
A joyful place.
Beautiful.
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I have written so many poems in the darkest of the night; I wake with the words on my lips and am always grateful to have a pen at hand. I love how you have expressed the meaning of making poetry to you.
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Thank you!
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Such a peaceful piece of writing my friend!
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