Poem about the Poet

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This is a poem that I write.
Imagination of my mind that I ignite.
Words gone into the light.
Scribbling with all my might.

I embrace all my poetry,
I see colors of creativity,
Like the flowers, all pretty.
Like the sun, all sultry.

Producing words with rhyme is my desire.
Inspiration adds fuel to the fire.
I can hear the melody of a lyre;
this is the kind of art I admire.

It is a part of myself I express;
can't care anymore to whom I impress.
My masterpiece is like a simple dress.
In this empire of poetry, I'm the empress.

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