Cannot retain all the juggling thoughts,
That wet it, like a constant Rain.
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Could Poetry be
A different World,Crawling incessantly,Over reality?Unanswered Mystery,Is Poetry…
Poets, play with Reality,
They transform banality,Into poetic wing.
The Magic of poetry,
Things and feelings,You cannot see,But that are felt, effortlessly,One might say, miraculously.
Art!
Spark.True feelingArtistic workDignity,Redemption,Salvation.
Some poems have a fragrance,
True felt musical cadenceA magical, sweet radianceThat sets them far above.
Tall trees
The Sky,And since,I’ve loved you,So do I.