Y ou do wonder and do wander across thoughts undefined
O nce you're lost in poetry there's something you can find
U nderneath, above, beside, speak of treasures still unknown
Risks to take, walls to break —may pen and paper make it known.
N o poem too deep, too short or plain, could hide a secret still unseen
A midst the sea of flowing words, it finds its way back to its stream.
M y buried words in hidden gaps are warmth felt in a blazing flame,
E very stroke in every line will always come to spell......
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