Have you ever wondered that you might one day put down 'the pen,' and just walk away? 

Plea

Let no wind stain the streaks upon my cheeks;
Let no rain dry out the voices in the halls:
Should there be a remembrance of this day,
Let these words someday, bring us back this way.
But please, let me not Rimbaud upon Poetry's walls.

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Poetry by chance...