This is not a poem nor a sonnet. It's just me being me. But, am I not full of poetry? Isn't the passion I have for the way this black ink walks by these lines the reason I still breath?
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Author:
D.S (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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It does not have to be confined to a preconceived form to be poetry, what flows from the soul and is said from the heart, that moves others is poetry. Nicely written
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