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Steamy windows
The ink
Is the lifeblood
Of my words
Like a butterfly
Without wings
Without ink
My words would remain dormant
Within my thoughts
Like an unwoven spiders web
Without the early morning dew
Without ink
My words
Could only be spoken
And soon forgotten
All verse, broken
Other than
Blank verse
On an empty page
Filled with invisible love, or rage
Without ink
My poetry
Would be lost in thought
Long forgotten
Unwrought
Other than impressions
On steamy windows
And dancing shadows
by Jemia
Is the lifeblood
Of my words
Like a butterfly
Without wings
Without ink
My words would remain dormant
Within my thoughts
Like an unwoven spiders web
Without the early morning dew
Without ink
My words
Could only be spoken
And soon forgotten
All verse, broken
Other than
Blank verse
On an empty page
Filled with invisible love, or rage
Without ink
My poetry
Would be lost in thought
Long forgotten
Unwrought
Other than impressions
On steamy windows
And dancing shadows
by Jemia
Published 22nd May 2024
Author's Note
almost everything i write, is written on paper first, i do not have smart tech
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