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Upon the kiss of paper and quill
The pregnancy of emotions
Words into the ocean sail
Born a poem so true with dedication


Happiness and loneliness collides
All pains are there, those love too
Colors of smile and  grimace, put on words to survive
Stories of white and blue


Poems are unpolished stones, looking for a friend
When it chilled someone to the bone
Then stones turns to a lovely gems
And finally to the reader's heart, poems found a home....



written: December 3, 2014 @ 5:00 pm
Mysterious Aries