Poetry is another world,
Vast as the sea and the ocean.
Some learn to dance
With its rhythm and mysteries,
But only a few
Can ever truly fathom and reach
The depth of its wonders.
So we dive into the deepest,
Unknown blue ink,
Chasing the floor
Of love, thoughts, and wisdom.
For to be lost in its
Mystical waters
is the only way
To find and know
The grace of Verse.
Copyright 2026, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
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