Poetic License

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Poetry
A young poet
Once wrote,
They say

You don’t need
To believe,
They pray
 
All you have to do
Is weave,
They read

Those words unsaid
Spilled ink verses
Unspoken truths
And silent verses

Following
The ink-poor pen
Commands,

The poet’s
Precocious wisdom
Wrote these lines

Fingers, alas!
Just obeyed
And,
As such verses
Were

Written
Said
Spilled,

On spoiled
Post-it pads,
Recited,

They couldn’t leave,
Or believe,
Neither pray,

For that fallen leaf,
Those words unsaid,
Unspoken truths,
Dry wit,
Lyrical faith,

A poet’s fall,
Written
Said
Spilled

Like fallen leafs,
Whole post-it pad,
All left unread

Poetic license

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