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Submitted:Sep 3, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Thirsty parchment please respond
To the wet ink of my feathered wand
Words seem to sink
Into the paper as I think

A puddle of ideas wants to grow
Demands all vocabulary I know
A tide shifts my organised words
A title is removed by circling birds

Fish resembling rhyming stance
Perform their own alphabetic dance
Mirrored surface captures the sun
Warm confirmation my poem is done


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