A PoetA Poem by JohannaThis one just came to me..You ask me what a true poet is Do you know what I think? There´s more to a poet Than their tears and their ink There is hope on that paper With dreams in each word You love then you hate her Some letters are blurred There is passion, there´s comfort A moment preserved in time Piece of a heart, piece of a soul Between every line All of the thoughts that can´t be defined There is confusion and tension Happy and fearful days Not just paper and pencil But a whole life on that page There´s sadness, there´s strength You live and you die A poet feels content But then the ink starts to dry
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