Poetry Poem by Sarah Tripp

Poetry



I write.
Not for the sake of others,
but for the unwinding.
My mind flows
onto the paper
as a river into the ocean.
Constant, and steady.
The thoughts seem to fly into the air.
They mix, they turn about,
they twist into the sweet lines of poetry.

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Sarah Tripp

Sarah Tripp

Orlando, Florida
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