It's been quite long since i have written a poem
I've almost forgotten how to rhyme
I miss the moments my mind would have flown
To a journey of concepts without time
As i now pick up my pen, i review
All my bygone written compositions
Then for a moment, i try a few
Attempt to write my thoughts into poem translations
I deem, for long without much practicing,
To forgetfullness i have given up my acumen,
How can i write now all the amazing,
Those choices of words to metaphor my fellowmen?
Hand dont fail me, i wish to write more,
To write about anger, silence, God, love and hate,
To write how and why purposes are made for,
To write of endings, farewells, destiny and fate,
So mind, cooperate with my hand,
That i may still bedazzle and touch my readers,
May i still be effective in the message i command,
So i may inspire artists, lovers, and leaders
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