You're my lips when nothing have I to speak
My safest medium of communication.
You search deep into the subconscious of men
And help them paint pictures on the eyes of others with mere words.
You're the microphone which propels the voices and words of innocent writers to the world
And drilling them deep into their hearts.
You're the platform upon which the rich in words climb to spew out the rich delicacies enshrined within them.
You're poetry, the food for the
soul and the mind
You're the rhythm that makes the feet wobble in admiration.
You're poetry.
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This is a wonderful portrayal of what poetry means and how it works. Thanks for sharing.. And drilling them deep into their hearts. You're poetry, the food for the soul and the mind