Matthew Wardell Petersen Poems

A thought starts a sentence
A sentence forms a train of thought
From that train of thought comes a paragraph
A paragraph starts a work
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As the red rose bursts into flames
Which only the few with impassioned hearts can see
It sets the soul into a wild turmoil
To know too much, yet not enough
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I stare into the looking glass
I see an old man looking back at me
His face has a bewildering expression on it
His forehead is wrinkled with the passing of time
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