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I found poetry’s art at a time when I felt all alone, It was a medium of self-reflection, a friend that comforted my soul,A spark that ignited a part of me I did not know, How strange the world works, for now, its lost its flame, And there are non to blame, But the poet that succumbed to shame.
Imad
David Rudder
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Wonderful reflective words, Imad.
My blessings.
Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.
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