Poetry and I
Poetry and Me
By Colleen Preston
Poetry and me
Just simply came to be.
Like wind beneath my wings,
Through poetry, I am free.
My emotions run rapid,
And my cares become vapid,
As a poem comes to life within me.
I can be who I want to be,
When it’s just Poetry and me.
No exact reason or why,
But I feel free and alive
When it’s just Poetry and I.
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