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~This poem was written from a poetry in motion contest online~ |
| ~A Mindful Rhyme~ ~*~ Th' strewn, spring leaves, ensuing me pleasure today, Fled th’ tender trees; bringing me joy daily, ~*~ Unfolds th’ written muse, beyond a fulsome seize, Th’ poets’ lovely verse; a rhyming bard to please. ~*~ Through years of writing poetry, traveling a tender path; this, my port of entry, bares no heartfelt wrath. |