Hopes and aspiration,
Feeding my inspiration,
Wonders and dreams,
Flowing in streams,
A magical feeling,
Reach up to the ceiling.
Bringing me fame ,
A true poet in name.
Remembered as a blast
As a poet I will last.
I have found such hope,
It helps my mind to cope.
Words that weave a magic spell,
In epic verses that I shall tell.
Until the day I will depart,
A stopping of a poets heart.
By Sam Luxton
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