Poetry is like a dream
Given to me from my soul
Hidden away deep in my mind
Until the moment it's careless ans gives itself away
In these dreams
My heart is searching itself
Searching for thoughtful words
That mean my life
Syllables that coexist effortlessly
Though if not secured to paper quick enough
These dreams can slip away
Slip away like poetic slip
Woken up by the morning's sun
Shone through a gate of glass
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