My words are my soul
And my soul comes out as words.
My pen flows across the paper,
And my words soar out like birds.

Like water from a river,
My tears flow down the page.
All my feelings I express,
All the happiness and rage.

Read this poem slowly,
Feel the feelings it contains.
Not everyone's a writer,
But we're artists all the same.
 
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