I apologize for all the Poetry,
Flowing like water from this cracked vase, Free;
Ever Pouring, this Endless spill,
Tempts my Mind, an Indescribable Thrill.
To your mind it may Seem cliché,
Repeating what others Often Say;
Yet, Cascading as they Ever Be,
I Must Write or rue their Memory.
~Morgan~
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I experienced this as blissful music.
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Im sure you understand the notion 😉 Amazing, however, that you hear a music in my words….that is beautiful! Thank You!
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I am a huge fan of poetry about poetry, or metaliterature as I like to call it. This is really thought out…
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“Yes, we will repeat what others say
But we will do it our own way!”
That’s your originality. Keep writing Morgan.
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🙂 Thanks!
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If we don’t rue we become ruthless
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what we write is immortal…never apologize for words well written..
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🙂 Thanks Mom!! 🙂
Hey, does that make me Immortal?????? 🙂
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