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In a realm of words, where musings dwell,
A tale unfolds, of one who tries to tell.
English, a dance foreign upon their tongue,
Yet in the realm of poetry, they've only just begun.
With hesitant steps, they tiptoe along,
The path of verse, where uncertainties throng.
Their heart ablaze, desires burning bright,
To capture emotions in words, with all their might.
But oh, the struggle of an unfamiliar tongue,
A second language, where doubts are sprung.
Each line a puzzle, each word a maze,
Lost in translation, in a poetic haze.
Yet undeterred, they press on, determined to learn,
Like a bird, learning to fly, with each page they turn.
They embrace the challenge, the beauty they chase,
Though imperfect, they strive with grace.
In broken phrases, they craft their lines,
Words stumbling forth, like hesitant signs.
Syntax askew, grammar astray,
Yet their spirit, unyielding, refuses to sway.
In each stanza, a piece of their soul unfurls,
A testament to bravery, as a poet who twirls.
In the tapestry of language, they find their place,
Celebrating imperfections with poetic embrace.
So let us applaud the poet brave and true,
Whose words dance amidst language's hue.
For in their journey, we see the beauty arise,
A testament to the human spirit that never dies.
