The whole point
of a poem
is to capture
its moment
to give it birth
to give it breath
to give it life
to give it voice
then leave it be
to dance
to laugh
to die
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by Scott Thomas Outlar / August 23rd, 2020
The whole point
of a poem
is to capture
its moment
to give it birth
to give it breath
to give it life
to give it voice
then leave it be
to dance
to laugh
to die
This article was posted on Sunday, August 23rd, 2020 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.
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