A Poet And His Words Poem by Romeo Della Valle

Words-stringed together in rhyme,
Simple melodies I've played
or strings pulled from my own mind,
I see them again,
Behind the black and white lines
Of tomorrow's time!

Delineated by days and hours
And each remaining
Between two ends of a page,
Then, there isa new beginning,
A fresher place to play
An old tune refined!

As if I never heard before
And breaking through the barrier,
I resolved to try once more
To regain the reason
For believing in today again,
A purpose that seemed secure
Only yesterday!

Romeo Della Valle
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Delray Beach, Florida

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