A poem is a soul,
Written in verse.
With rhyme, and without,
The patterns of words
Echo the patterns of my heart.
Rhythmic patterns,
Simple or not,
Echo those of "me,"
They expose all parts
Of a young human being.
My poems are my soul,
Written in verse.
Patterns, free like my thinking,
Are the window in
To my soul, exposed, naked.
If I let you see
Deep into me,
Then keep my secrets,
Remember my words.
I caught my soul, and I wrote it in verse.
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