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Poetry seems to be
An imagination
Leading to an artistic creation.
The truth is
Each poem possesses a soul
Which is really eternal.

We live and die
But our poems
Never lie or die.
 Jun 2020 Jena T
Ashly Kocher
I’m sorry I had to leave
I’m sorry you blame yourself
I’m sorry the timing just wasn’t right
I’m sorry I left you in pain
I know you feel broken inside, you just won’t admit it
Something wasn’t right, I had to go
Leaving you feeling helpless
Broken and confused
Not understanding why
Saying hello and right away goodbye
I’m sorry I had to leave
Don’t blame yourself
The time wasn’t right
But I will see you one day
When I get to look into my mothers eyes, for the first time...
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