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The Gift
Contributed by
allidoiswrite82
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Friday, 29th February 2008 @ 02:31:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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when poets cry we steal the world and place it on a blank page
we give the pages feelings, an outlet to the rage
we flow rhythmically,rhyming words to show the praise
a few cleaver remarks that run on throughout the days
when tears fall we magnify them and capture all the pain
a freeze frame of eternity to show that we're still sane
we take simple wind and transform it into the breath of the Gods
or write wonderful melodies turning sadness into nods
when angels take this poets hand they create gorgeous art
when demons find my imagination its just part of this poets heart
when joy is the poets muse all you write just feels right
and your given the beautiful power to light up the sky at midnight
its amazing the way enlighten minds can bloom something tragic
many just call it poetry
but I call it MAGIC!
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2008-02-29 14:31:55]
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Re: The Gift
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by diba_perfect on
Saturday, 1st March 2008 @ 08:08:22 AM AEST
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| juz 2 good maan..!! |
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