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Profundity of prose is not my goal
I rarely think of speaking to the wise
A poet’s words should ravage through your soul
And wake from sleep the dullest care-worn eyes
So if by chance some measured rhyme atones
For such deep seated lacks as found within
This isn’t any aim that I would own
I’d relish more the birthing of new sin
Derangement of the senses gives us more
Than solemn recitation lends the ear
I’d rather find there’s something to adore
In thoughts so crisp and honest angels fear
This poet needs no meaning here to say
I gather all my words and start to play
(c ) Helen Valentina 2018
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Lovely, Helen. Strong images and phrases. Thank you for sharing. ♥
Thanks Gwen! 😃😃
Yes, bring all your words to the game.
Yep, that’s the plan. Thanks John! 😑😃
🙂
Btw I touched the wrong emoji in my reply. It was meant to be two smiley faces, not one unhappy one!
😀 The one doesn’t look unhappy. Maybe in pain though.
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