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While visiting home briefly for the wake of a dear aunt, I decided to dig up my old journal which contained poems and short stories I conjured in my high school years. I also have one bound collection of my own 'masterpieces' aptly titled 'Thoughts and Memories'. I believe I was a better writer when I was in my teens than I am now. Browsing through my journal, I read a mixture of poignancy and happiness. Here's a sample: Wanderer Flowers smiling in the twilight Brings me pain more intense than night Blissfulness is a strange word to me, I'm as melancholic as could be. Laughter, where can I find you? You left me forever blue. A lonely cloud drifted by the breeze - The rain to pour is my only wish. I must have been good with words then and such a drama queen. I can't imagine myself putting together a poem nowadays.

As a child, I loved reading and attempting to write poems. Haven't read one in a while until I picked up the February 2011 issue of O, The Oprah Magazine. Here's one great poem by Mary Oliver.