Poems are just songs

About what the heart longs

They tell happy and sad times

Like bells in books it chimes

Poems are falling fusillade

Like toppling dominoes causing cascade

Pen is mighty than the sword

Poems are the eternal word

Poems are like flowing blood

From agony, despair cometh the flood

It’s a release from excruciating pain

After the poor heart is slain

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