At the lower part of my belly
Nor could I sing my tangled joys and sorrows
Yet I am desperate to become a poet
And wish to write some wordless poetry
As my heart is full of indelible ink
And in my mind I have an incredible brush
To paint rainbows on the cloud of my dreams
People gather around me
To witness a wonder
And they passionately wait
As I dive into my deep thought
To conjure a miraculous poem
Tick tock, tick tock time trickles by
But I could not come up with anything
People get tired of my contortions
And stand up to bid me goodbye
Instinctively I react
And shout out my magical poem
‘’Aweeeeeeeeeee!

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