Poetry,
Has a way of communicating,
That is simply so unique,
The way it stresses, feelings, words
Not sold at any boutique.
Poetry, cradles feeling,
As if it were her child,
And makes us go into Beauty's throw,
With the strokes of some words,
With a movement, not blurred,
Of a pen, a heart and of Life.
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