Artless Piece

I once made a poem
A poem that wasn’t heard
The meaning was indefinite
Queries unanswered

I made another poem
It turned out like the first
I crumpled the paper
and decided to rest

I lost my composure
Trying to make a poem
But I was inspired
Alone in my room

At last, I had my piece
Far from perfect
Plain and artless
For me it was perfect

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