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A poem starts,
The verses growIdeas appear,And feelings flowFrom secret sparksDeep in your heart,The poem startsTo take its shape,The poet knowsThere’s no escape,The birth is nearCan’t be refrained,Freeing the poem,The poem freeJust Joy remains.
A book in a nutshell,
That’s what Poems are,In our lives, welcomed guests.
Wrapped up in Poetry,
The psychological necessity,Of lending, an amorous hand.Poetry cradles the poetIn a motherly fashion,Wiping, away some of the tearsThat have already,Gone out of fashion.
We pretend
Exists,When we knowIt’s but a shadowIn the Mist.
Ah, Sharing,
Sharing good ideasSharing beauty,Poetry, Art and Tears,Sharing love, movingAway fears,Sharing all this,The very best of life,Since humanity exists.
Approaching Autumn,
Colors will stream,And the Wind,Knows it.