as poetic thoughts

cross my mind

I then take the time

to reach for the paper and pen

and jot down these

random poetic thoughts of mine

scattered words that later form 

unique poetical lines

for the pen is my artistic 

weapon of choice

and the paper just amplifies

and signifies my silent voice

a choice made with a smile

and a fire burning inside

for this thing called poetry

as the written stuff of dreams

and art come to life

right before my very eyes

and to think, that all of this

began with poetic thoughts

that later materialized

into something artistically amazing

flowing onto the paper at hand

along with original poetic intent

purely and solely, yet initially

in disguise, for all of this will occur

right before, the ink dries

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