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Think not your own thoughts while you're reading mine,
For what I write your words will not define,
The depth of meaning that my lines contain,
My words in your words lost that they remain,
Distorted and disfigured and unseen,
For lost is all the beauty they would glean.
To absorb the meaning of a poets rhyme,
Requires the mind to lose it's self in time,
And empty of the influence of self thought,
Become a leaf in a wild wind caught.
That takes you through a silent world of pain,
Through endless struggle that receives no gain.
For every word delivered from the mind,
Was carefully nurtured for silence to refine.
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