The morning is fresh with thoughts and sounds,
of a day spent with a lady so enchanting.
Happy trinkets of love abound,
and feelings so utterly enthralling.
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This looses the rhythm even more. Try counting the sylables in your lines, or try writing a 'prose' poem. Bob Dylan used to just throw words together without reason to get the flow of a rhythm. Try re-working this, keep writing.
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This looses the rhythm even more. Try counting the sylables in your lines, or try writing a 'prose' poem. Bob Dylan used to just throw words together without reason to get the flow of a rhythm. Try re-working this, keep writing.