"A Letter from Poet"
A Poet Speak
By Michael DavisPublished 11 months ago • Updated 11 months ago • 1 min read
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Ink spills onto the page like blood,
As I write my heart out, understood,
Each word a drop of my soul,
A story that only I can unfold.
My pen is my sword, my shield,
A weapon I wield, with every yield,
And with each stroke, I pour my heart,
Into every verse, right from the start.
My words dance across the page,
A melody that never fades,
A symphony of thoughts and dreams,
That rise up like a phoenix from its seams.
And when I write, I feel alive,
As if I'm breathing, for the first time,
My heart beats to the rhythm of my pen,
As I pour out my soul, again and again.
So let these words be my legacy,
My gift to the world, for all to see,
A letter from a poet, filled with love,
A message of hope, from up above.
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