They say that you’ve truly learned a language
On the day you begin to dream in it.
When I went to sleep with a broken heart,
I woke up with words spilling out in verse.
Does this mean I’m finally a poet,
Now that I’ve dreamt in fluent poetry?
Author’s Note: A 50 word practice poem that’s one word short. I was inspired to write this one after writing the recent poem linked below:
About the Creator
D.K. Shepard
Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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