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I dedicate this to all poets who have an intense desire of sharing their dream. |
| Doesn't matter how many poems are mine, or how, I can rhyme each line, What matters is what I can say, and if it takes your sadness away, Does it sprout from you a little laughter? Could that be exactly what I'm after? If it takes away your sorrows, and awakens dreams for tomorrow, Doesn't matter how many times I write, if it can't help you fight the good fight, In all the things I can express, will it put your mind to a test? What matters is that I try, not the rest, in every word to do my best, and that in this I can truly say, I've learned my best to stay away, From words that only can demise, I'd rather live through reader's eyes, and vivid ears that keep alive, a poets dream not in disguise. |