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A Poetic Journal

I sit and write from time to time
I scribe these words, these feelings of mine
I don't use a piece of paper or pen
I just close my eyes and then begin

My soul is the outlet for what you see
Like I've said before...just a piece of me
The words write themselves...give credit to my heart..
For it is the artist from ending to start

A poetic journal, another entry penned
My heart has written for me once again
Sometimes it's overpowering and I can't stop
I write with happiness...I write with teardrop

A poetic journal...a reflection you see
A story of life that has come to be
Does it ever stop? What else will it say?
I really don't know...it's just that way

~THE FLOWING PEN~


























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A Poetic Journal