My baby has grown on paper

Ever since the author was new

Love story that defied reason

Opened eyes for a different view

Deep oceans we dove and sailed

Young readers became friends true

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Yet again we come together

Dance with rhyme from sun to moon

Overnight inspiration swells

Like a flying hot balloon

Everything is going to be fine

Melody is coming back soon!

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A/N

I call this a mirror acrostic. Not sure if it's a real form. 😅

Written for January 10 day poetry camp by undoubtedlymine

#day1