Poetry is unlimited.
It's everywhere.
In every age,
It has appeared.
Allowing access
To so much,
There's not a subject
It doesn’t touch.
From the mountains
To the sod.
From the galaxies
To God.
From the birds
Roaming free
To the fishes
And the sea.
And it even
Touches hell—
The place
Where Satan dwells.
Yes. Poetry is unlimited
In its scope.
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