Today I think I'll tell
you how a poem is born.
Whenever you open your
mouth and let out a piece
poetry that poem is added
to the world."to speak it is to
know it" I think that is especially
some words to think on because
I believe it's true.Now might be a good time to let my readers know
that I am taking suggestions for my next few posts please leave a
comment and let me know what you think my next few poems should be on.
Lily's
A lily is a piece of grace
Among such that have no meaning
The others flare there own disgrace
They droop at the white gleaming.
-Poem Girl
Goodbye for now
Poem Girl.
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