The world is vast, a mystery kind,
Words dive deep where secrets are mined.
Images do paint in the mind,
In every write, they grow entwined,
As rhyme and phrase, their art aligned.
Verses, like gold, glitter so bright,
In every choice, they shine with light.
Pure poetry shelters at night,
In every gaze, tale is its might,
Winning over the lost twilight.
©bfa030425
(Pasion)
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