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The Stranger

I only have thoughts

That become words

Scattered like the countless coins on the floor of a shrine

The words that clink and make soul stirring sounds

The words when mingled together

Paint a picture that completes me

That’s the world inside me

That’s the identity I can relate to

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as poets, our thoughts and their words are our identity....well expressed!
'the floor of a shrine' 'when mingled together'
this is your best one so far but i gave it only a 9 because your grammar is bad
Your poem is AMAZING. Love the way you have made the words appear so flawless.