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Poetry through my eyes. |
| What is poetry? Is it the way your emotions can run loose Scralwed across a paper with the fragile ink of a pen? Or, maybe, its the way your heart can have it's say Let its light brightly grow Or take on the pain in a creative way. Perhaps its anger and frustration Happiness and serenity Fulling the mind You write it down, Afraid to loose such a thought. Or maybe its just a hobby, Something learned or a natural gift? Whatever poetry may be, However it made it's mark There is nothing in the world of writing That could compare to poetry; An unleash of heartfelt, incredible beauty That shall always challenge the mind, or touch the heart |