Poetry

​The worst thing about poems is that they have to end

Why can’t we for once change the rules, make them bend?

Once the pen starts flowing, I wish it never has to stop

Once my eyes make sense of someone else’s words, I wish the magic never stops

Poems are one of my many escapes, I wish this journey never has to stop.

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