Poetry

a poet thinks
it shouldn’t be simple
he can’t open his heart
and she wants to wonder
but for a poem to be
beautiful
it takes a mind of
a child
and a heart in a
bloom of youth
i won’t tell you
with my lips
you will know when you
look in my eyes
you will know
if you can feel without
listening
a poem is like
footprints in the sand
a touch in the heart
it will bring
a tear
a smile

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