Mind
Whats writing but scribbles on paper
What gives the lines and curves we write meaning
What gives them the power to make us feel emotions
Crying so hard we need the whole box of Kleenex
Laughing so hard we can't breathe
It is the mind
My mind lured me towards poetry
The hybrid of a song and a story comes poetry
Able to let our imaginations run free while we dance to each stanza
We write poetry to give others the gift of feeling of what we feel
Seeing what see
touching what we touch
A form of art that paints the colors in the mind
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