A Poets Dream
I will ascend,
the title poet holds firmly.
But to make these words golden is my goal.
Ive reached,
and find myself closer than id like,
to close not to try.
These words tell me place them were it will fit best,
not to puzzle,
no, but to hit home.
And maybe just maybe,
the lead will smear and fade
and these words will be gold.
Critics Please, turn me inside out if you have to please leave your opinons This what this folder is for
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