Wave your hands
Nod your head
Smile with your cheeks
And laugh loudly with your heart
I am entering into the pens’ den
I don’t know my returning time to say WHEN?
Keep your fingers not at all crossed
I am not leaving you alone and put you amazed
When thoughts gate crash
And enter into my brain without any clash
I naturally heave a sigh
Scribbling all that matters in such a tie
Writing poem to the soulful
Is definitely an art indeed skilful
It needs a dim light in night
And flash of brightness in sight
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Author notes
writing poetry is the heart of my inner soul
A contest entry
- Rounds Contest - Round 1 - An introduction ... by imgone.
450 points, ended June 21, 2007, 31 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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