Depending on our
Moods,
And something
Strung,
Inside
We write.
Poems,
Just don't
Happen,
They receive
A magic
Touch
That illuminates,
Stimulates
The Spirit,
And makes
Love
So right
That light
Is born,
Becoming
Poem,
And that is,
How we write.
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