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A poem in rhyming style. |
| The poet’s soul knows how to get emotion to flow A blank canvas of white so that he may write A past night that was consumed by plight Putting pen to paper he describes his fight Love became a fright Pain shattering all that was right Rage blinding his sight On paper does he turn his darkness in to light Showing to the world it will be all right A poet’s soul burns ever so bright |