Humble Words
As a poet
I cry at beauty of any sort
And even though
I feel the need to capture it
Like a rare butterfly
I will not attempt to do so
Because I know
It’s a slippery love affair
With a mind of its own
Demanding patience
Before it finally manifests
Into a simple poem
Of my humble words
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Gladius Poeticus 
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