Flowing Poem by Kasia Fedyk

Poetry
the truth
of the heart
the mirror
of the soul

I could look
at the clouds
and see poetry
pouring out
from the breath
of the mosaic decor
the energy
so alluring
that makes one
captivated
by the essence
of its presence
and so the poet
speaks of the poetry
when that one poetic
cloud, settles on
the heart of the poet
the vision
is not of the reality
but of the dream
within the dream
when the seed
is born
from one hand
that feeds the other
the poet gives
the gift
to the bird, a poet himself
flying free
with exposed wings
and open heart
the poetic
lyrics are
flowing and flowing
and flowing.
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