Poetry

Small words, big meaning

To understand, to finally know,

Emotions that leave you seeing

The world and the woe

Of unheard thoughts and words unsaid.

 

Poetry shows the world

Who I truly am,

While sing a cord

Or just in a jam.

No poem should be left unread.

 

Every poet has a unique view

Of the clouds and trees,

Of how the world is and what we knew.

So I just write and sing with the bees

To say the thoughts in my head.

This poem is about: 
Me
Guide that inspired this poem: 

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