Immortality of Poetry
Immortality of Poetry
Air permeates bodies
Escapes with stories
That were displayed
On the walls of
The tender hearts
A poet
Stretches his hands
And catches in his fist
The invisible escapee.
Poetry flows out
With the opening of
His fist!
Poetry will live
So long
Bodies breathe!
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