For one too young to write poetry

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Candid words are all you need.
A wine bibber's carafe
rainbow colours clarify;
astute ears ratify -
satisfied yawning
suspicion:
inward rivers gush,
undulate to the surface -
sweat thaws frozen brows.

Awkward ripples rouse
unbidden eloquence,
reverberates without escape;
all the while sinking back,
twiddling proverbial digits:
unwritten poems, silted dreams
settle in the sand.

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