DreamPoet
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People dont make poems,
They only write then down.
The poem is already there,
with every sight and sound.
A river, a fern, a wildflower,
Quietly waiting for it's hour.
A waterfall, a redwood tree,
waiting for a poet like me.
That butterfly, though it doesn't show
Is a poem, that i know.
Poems are gifts to you and me,
Shown through nature beautifully.
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The Immortal Wize says: Very beautifully written |
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love_supreme says: I really liked this poem. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY DreamPoet
Poetry InspirationPeople dont make poems, They only write then down. The poem is already there, with every sight and sound. A river, a fern, a wildflower, Quietly waiting for it's hour. A waterfall, a redwood tree, waiting for a poet like me. That butterfly, though it doesn't show Is a poem, that i know. Poems are gifts to you and me, Shown through nature beautifully.
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