write
can you please just read
the words without thought
of performing dissection?
appreciate the rhyme and rythme
without adding unwarrented affection
Sometimes a daffodil flutters and dances in
the breeze because...
well, it's windy.
Sometimes love is...
inexplicable
(without needing to be long-winded)
Sometime a poet writes of death
because...
someone died.
Please stop trying to find the things
we never tried to hide.
words themselves are beautiful
and sometimes...
there is nothing between the lines.
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