The Mistress of Word Play

A Poem

A poem is but a wisp of wind,
a crystal-cast branch which must ever bend,
to the latent beat of a lover's heart.

A poem is such a fragile thing,
soft and pure as a snowbird's wing,
when the breeze forces her feathers to part.

A poem is a memory that is set to word,
a soul's desperate cry, which no one heard,
and perhaps will never see.

A poem is a thought that makes me cry,
and often times makes me wonder why,
the words flow so easily.

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