A Discovery
A love of the written word is new to him
Beginning unexpectedly and without intent
A lie he says, for he entered a poem in a contest
But the love that sprung from that one
Is like the tree that supports the branch
For it is deep as a mother’s love for her child
Earthed in the heart of the writer
His passion for the language speaks through him
Poetry as they call it is just an expression of his mind
Writing away clearing his thoughts
He ponders the future and hoping to create
He motivates himself and smiles away
As he sees his path and guides his hand
With every key stroke he imprints his ideas
On the page before him he unearths thoughts that preceded his written words
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