As they come easily to some, we wait.
In despair they are strained, in peace they are a deluge.
when the letters form the lives we long to tell,
the lines direct all aspirations.
All around us these model humanity,
from tongues unknown to words assumed.
under the smothered pen of the writer,
to the express poetry from the poets lips.
Precedence to each era is set,
This the inception of all mankind,
it being this, wri-oetry.!
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