Thursday, August 4, 2011

Triolet - 3rd draft

The poet's pen is a soul laid bare
Weeping tears on an empty page
Words of grief angst mixed with despair
The poet's pen is a soul laid bare
Forsaken love his to As to the world he must declare
From a metaphorical stage
As The loss and grief feeds his rage
The poet's pen is a soul laid bare
Weeping tears on an empty page.

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