My Poetry 4
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My poetry, like beliefs, forms colours and shapes
Which should possibly be more obscure and abstract.
For how does one capture life's subtle, secret worlds?
Sometimes words seem to get in the way when we try
To register our feelings and convey our hopes
And dreams. It's so hard to constantly paint with words,
As we don't possess a limitless palette of
Colours. Our lexicons can only hint at things.
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