When I was young
Before I wrote
I had a definition
Of a poem
Set in my mind
It would flow like a river
The most beautiful words
Carefully chosen
And strung together
Like popcorn at Christmas
An exquisite decoration
It would not
Tell a story
It would only
Inspire
And yet
I have never
Written this sort
Of poetry
But still I
Imagine
That perhaps
Someday
I could
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If you think the rhythm is off, then oh well, because I re-wrote this poem several times, but my beta-reader, or maybe she's not a beta-reader, just a friend, said that this one looked the best. So shut your trap about rhythm :)
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