Each poem I pen
Is a desperate act,
For it is short lived,
And I must set it down
Before it begins to fade,
Becoming smal glimpses,
Glimmers of the beautiful or
Message so filled with love and
Images of the world within my mind.
Donovan Baldwin
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I like this poem very much. Good job.