Were I a poet

Were I a poet


I wish
lines of light
my pen would write,
words fluttering like butterflies.

I wish
a summer breeze,
an autumn leaf,
my words could bring alive.

I wish
I were a poet,
in a dance with words,
expressing the joy of life.

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