Gift
I love the art of words
revealing feelings not heard
from the mind to paper,
emotions run high they
stretch to the sky like
a sky scraper, pain, love,
hate, admiration, desperation,
just a few things, that make,
my rhyming schemes, from you to me,
a present wrapped carefully, designed,
to flow softly through your ears, and rest
heavy your heart, deep, my words are dear
to me, so here you go my love, allow me to
give you my gift, and that is the gift of poetry…
-Ria
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