She Was Poetry. But He Couldn't Read.

I Am Poetry. I Am Rhythm.

I Am The Vibe That Lifts Your Heart To Sing. That Lifts Your Feet To Fly.  

Into The Sky Whose Colors Are Wrapped Around My Body.

Intertwined With Each Line Of The Poem. With Each Verse Of The Song.

That Guided You Back To Me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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