2nd Poem
Poems can be written, poems may be thought, The author is smitten, an idea caught, the 2nd has learned what the 1st one has taught, The 1st poem was written, the 2nd is not. Now he is bitten, an urge stirred within him, Inspired by you, but why and for who ? Creating this time, his form, or his rhyme, The words he has turned, become newly entwined. Concepts to words, that have to be heard, Poems always exist, of that he insists, But sharing they need, else they'll never succeed, Thoughts aren't to be burned, much better to read. Again to enjoy, just like that new toy, That's left and past(ed) by, until later we try, Reflecting his mood, his past understood, My requester has earned, his heart that feels good.
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