Poetry
This unit began and I wasn't thrilled
With poetry it would be filled
My first thought was "Oh, cue the boredom"
Yet, now I write poems for an online forum
Poetry is a painting of words
It's the whistled song being sung by the birds
It's the beauty of flowers springing from the ground
It's the songs of angels as they resound
It took me a while to truly appreciate
The way that poetry can alleviate
Value it now, before it's too late
Those with intelligence will not wait
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