Discarded thoughts collide,
cast aside once too many times;
now stride across crumpled sheets,
from where quenching springs rise
fuel that pen and paper set alight-
A battered note, a torn-out page,
explode in fervent rage…each
critic’s stab, each cut so deep
pick axes unearthing jewels
rough but worth their keep.
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Very beautiful my friend Enjoy very much Bravo and Thanx
Beautifully written poem, lovely reading it