Upon the kiss of paper and quill
The pregnancy of emotions
Words into the ocean sail
Born a poem so true with dedication
Happiness and loneliness collide
All pains are there, those loves too
Colors of smile and grimace, put on words to survive
Stories of white and blue
Poems are unpolished stones, looking for a friend
When it chilled someone to the bone
Then stones turn to lovely gems
And finally to the reader's heart, poems found a home....
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Mysterious Aries / Simplyfred