A poem is the small bead on the floor.
A poem is the single red leaf left on that maple tree.
A poem is the way the sun shines in your eyes.
A poem is the way that lady struts down the street.
A poem is the laughter of the bearded man outside that cafe.
A poem is the way loved ones hold each other.
A poem is the way sparks fly when your hand touches mine.
A poem is the single red leaf left on that maple tree.
A poem is the way the sun shines in your eyes.
A poem is the way that lady struts down the street.
A poem is the laughter of the bearded man outside that cafe.
A poem is the way loved ones hold each other.
A poem is the way sparks fly when your hand touches mine.
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