Saturday, May 20, 2017

The same poem



A new beginning,
A comparable ending
It is the same poem
I keep writing.

The message differs
The titles adjust
One more figure of speech
For picking up a broken piece.

Elusive alterations
Editing the outcome
A plethora of versions 
For my book of poems.

Another round,
Back to square one
Are there any words left
This heart has not said.

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