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Beauty | ||
| As I write each daily verse I think they are getting worse. Where's the beauty of the word, Or the nuance never heard? They cannot escape the norm 'Cause they are just slaves to form. My imagination fails To put verses on the rails. I should use more metaphor And the higher realms explore. Give me, God, the grace to see Beauty for my poetry. | ||
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