This is the finish line.
All the poems are written,
Posted on my blog,
Polished in the rush.
Thirty poems in thirty days - a job
Of huge proportion, yet
No arduous task.
As with blessings, poems need
Only to be seen,
Heard with mind's ear,
Sounded in the heart,
Captured in soft bindings,
Shown to the world.
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