The Book Poem by Saint Cynosure

The Book

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I have nothing but my words,
no music do I play.
My joy it seems must be seen,
or felt in other ways.
The hardest part is all outside,
the inner only letters.
No hues to view to please the eyes,
black and white no better.
Tears, joy and sometimes fear,
upon a paper stage.
Lined up from the front to rear,
on every single page.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 30 September 2016

To please the eyes. Thanks for sharing.

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 25 August 2015

Nicely envisioned, Lovely poem indeed

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