Oh Poetry
Poetry
a blessing
that approaches us
as a beautiful creature
that can not be contained
though a single word can cause
an individual to be enraged
oh what a blessing
it must be
to be
Poetry
is shapeless
like an hourglass
with no more similarities
they could not touch hands
for poems are to heal minds
the other is to break apart bands
how lessons have been taught here
what it must be like
oh to be shapeless
it must be
just me
Poetry
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