A poem is a ripple
From a wave called grief
Never perfect with its order
But almost constant with its beat
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Quite well said Haley, the ripples of thought that form the poems are a wonderful ebb and flow rythm with a soothing relief as they leave our pens
the emotions are very beautifully woven into words.there are some pain which cant be ever be settled but then there are some memories which can take away the gloominess from this pain