Within the depths of your heart
Your muse beckons you there
To reach deep into your own abyss
For you have much to share
Sometimes we try too hard
To force the words to show
But if we loosen up a bit
Just allow the words to flow
Like the sprinkle of rain
First one, then two and three
Soon you’ll be on a roll
A poem there you’ll see
The conveyor belt from your heart
Will deliver poetic gold
With faith of your Angel
Confidence to you they told
And there you have it
Your own poetic art
From your deepest abyss
The inkwell of your heart
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