Ode to Poetry

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I was a ghost, a shallow breath

Drifting close to life and death

But poetry stitched my flesh to bone

Relit my soul, made it my own

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Poetry was rain on my parched skin

A whispering wind where silence had been

Leaving traces of mist and dew

The world reborn in a golden hue

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