I'm going to make the title super long because poetry can be lots of things but this is what it is to me :)
Poetry is the sun on a warm day beaming down on my skin....
baking me.
feeding me, nutrients.
Poetry is the summer rain...
drenching me,
soaking me in its wetness.
Poetry is the crickets outside my window...
chanting,
loud,
keeping me woke & lively at night.
Poetry is the twinkle of light the stars give of at night...
glowing up above,
giving me hope as I reach for each.
POetry is the summer...
i wait for you to come to me all year long and I enjoy you from beginning to end.
And when it ends I anticipate your arrival again and again loving you every time even more.
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