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Wayward Words

Poem By Midnight Clarity

I play with words
and they betray me,
putting all my secret
thoughts on view,
disguised as rhymes,
as counterpoints
they slip the depths
of me up to the surface,
pretending they have
something new
to show me, a thought,
a puzzle, not yet opened
not yet explored,
and while I think of sound,
of pictures painted
on the page, the words
will echo heartbreak
ring with sorrow
crash with rage
in my tale of burning sun
my song of silky silver
my web of broken dreams;
the words themselves
have gathered life
and found themselves
a theme.

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Another enchanting write. Though I don't comment on every one I do try to read them all. They all get 10s in my opinion.
wonderful work your poems are a joy to read thank you


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