A poem a day,
Keeps the writer’s block at bay,
It often helps to sway,
The muse who lights the way.
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It helps to lock away the sorrow,
Even beyond the morrow,
My heart is light as a sparrow,
And flies true like an arrow.
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It lights up like a fire,
That can burn away the ire,
Singing a song as sweet as a lyre,
That can lead me through the brier.
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In the end the battle will be won,
As I stand beneath the sun.
Finally! A poem that’s not super depressing. XD