Sometimes,
Poems are
Like internal flashes,
That capture Stars,
And unknown essence
From afar,
Of things and feelings,
Emotions
That define
And tell us
Who we really are.
Saving grace,
That gives us answers,
And like beautiful
Artistic dancers,
Uplifts the spirit
Keeps us in pace,
In Life's uneven
Difficult and,
Lonely race...
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