Like ingredients in some magical cosmic recipe,
I pour my words onto a blank empty page,
My fingers caressing the letters on each key,
Like the instruments in an orchestra without sound,
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From the first to last line this poem is fantastic, no ounce of clichés, simply a rich textured language with exquisite imagery about the power and tapestry of language. This is a 10
Every writer's deep desire..........very well painted on a page.I invite you to read and comment on my poems.Thank you.