Poetry
Poetry is
secret
(that cannot be told)
between
reader and poet
a gathering rope
picture
capturing an emotion
its colors
white for clarity
red for betrayal
unspoken language
no rules
wordless emotions
cat in the rain
fists tapping on a door
virtue
a blossoming paradigm
nurtured by what is real
a bright orange flash after sunset
what is beneath the iceberg.
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