A couple of days ago I wanted to write poetry but I didn’t know what. So I started with wanting to write, and out came this poem

I want to write poetry
I want words to flow onto my page
I want single lines to merge into
clouds of brilliant colors, evoked

I long to write poetry
I long to feel the tremble in my hands
As they write, type, the gloriousness
that is the poetry from the depth of me

I am, to write poetry
I breath in its words, live them through
The endless barriers of my mind and say
I am a poet, life is my song and breath

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