To be a poet is a state of mind
A mind that sometimes goes undefined
When the poet is released from the dark,
The pen is ready to perform its art.
For a long time I’ve abandoned my mind,
The words swirled around like bubbly lines.
Now I have recaptured my lover’s heart,
Now I’m the poet released from the dark.
May 5, 2009
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