Words provide warmth
on cold, careless days
when the sun rises
and fails to touch the sky.
Poems bring me peace
when parting, leaving,
closure for my mind
when I forget to say goodbye.
Letters show our love.
The ABC's of your heart
form words, poems, wings.
They teach us how to fly.
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To be completely honest, I only really like about 5% of the poems on here without an incredibly active rhyme scheme. This is a great poem. The rhyme of the last lines tied it all together, and I really liked how you grouped words, poems, and letters, showing how important they really are, and how similar they are. And especially how important they are to you. This is very expressive. I love it. Poems like this are what stop me from giving up on free verse. (I say this only because if the last lines hadn't rhymed, making it more free-verse it still would have been an amazing poem without a doubt.) Great, great job!
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