The clichés, the whirling dervishes, all find their place,
The rhymes that they so ornately and beautifully grace.
Sometimes words speak of a strange dichotomy,
that creates a wonderful chasm that haunts me.
In the lightness of spirit and wonder of form
We are breaking rules and so many norms
As night splits the day, or maybe the other around,
Written Rhymes are talking, without making a single sound!
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