I composed a little poem,
Pouring my heart into it,
But finding it to be too simple,
Asked my mind to improve it.
The mind made several changes,
Replacing what I had written,
With many a figure of speech,
Till the draft appeared brilliant.
But going through the new piece,
I was rather disappointed,
As the soul of the poem was lost,
In the maze of unfamiliar words.
I decided to resume its original form,
Strongly realising the truth,
That what issues from the heart,
Is generally the most beautiful.
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