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First draft of poem - needs a title
I am the peace I want to feel so much.
I touch the hand of joy and in its turn, I learn the hand that has my heart is warm. Born in light, love, lust and soul. I am sprung. Sung to life by words of deep true joy, a boy, now man, with plans to slay the dark. I mark the night with thought, not to hurt, but to cut the bond which holds the night to pain. I want to wrap the dark in arms of love. Then, the dark will know the peace it needs to be. |
Great poem :)
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