Poetry Is
A way out,
A way throughout pain.
A way to fly,
A way to cry.
A way to express,
A way to repress.
A way to dream,
A way to gleam.
A way to stand,
A way to land
On steady ground,
With little sound.
Support is there,
No matter where
You may be,
A way to say what you see.
It's for young and old,
Healthy or with a cold.
It's for one's health,
With or without stealth.
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