That only the vision can see
What keeps from sleep
All who wish to be
Known and loved for true
But no one sees, no one knows
How well composed are you
When no true heart shows
So behold this verse
Written with a gesture, a smile
And hope none are averse
To who you are for a while
I had to slip one last poem in under the wire. I hope the month of verse and rhyme was kind to you, dear reader. Keep reading.
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