A notebook filled with memories and a new poem. As you read this, try to find a beat. It helps it flow better. :)

Sitting on the desk

Next to the pen

She sits in the chair

And opens you again


She flips through the pages

And what does she find?

All of her poems

From way back in time


She finds a blank page

And begins to write

About things in this world

The truth and the light


She puts down her pen

And now she is done

She's only just realized

That the fun has just begun

The End

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