What is poetry
In a drop of
Warm tears.
A verb of subjects!
Feelings cut
The pages of poetry,
Etching the lines
In blood red
Crown me not
With your looks
Albeit, kill me
With your words
When the soul
Lurks in dust,
Who summons
The storm!
What is poetry
In existence touch,
A corner of silence
In unlimited YOU!
In a drop of
Warm tears.
A verb of subjects!
Feelings cut
The pages of poetry,
Etching the lines
In blood red
Crown me not
With your looks
Albeit, kill me
With your words
When the soul
Lurks in dust,
Who summons
The storm!
What is poetry
In existence touch,
A corner of silence
In unlimited YOU!
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