Come on,
We communicate,
Through the cavernous thoughts of our minds,
We communicate,
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Poetry is a strange form of communication,
It has Morse code, radar, fascination,
Exploding feelings, sometimes leading to salvation
It can enthuse and motivate a whole wide Nation,
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Azul el Mar,
Azul el Cielo,
Azul el Alma,
Que tanto quiero.
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Looking for happiness,
Secretly, beyond the trauma of birth,
Seeking in Space,
A little faith,
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Love is strange,
And so unsettled,
As it flutters round your heart,
Like a free bird, once it's captured,
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When you think of Poems written,
Of great Music once composed,
When you think of painters, artists,
All the Paintings they've exposed,
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I suppose prose,
Was not enough,
To express the deepest feelings,
So we invented Poetry,
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Poets,
Souls that sing,
Secrets, of most everything.
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Some Mysteries,
Are never solved,
And they remain within,
Hurting as we go along,
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Poets, always unsatisfied,
Making Life a tearful dream,
Looking for Paradise,
In life's tangled scheme,
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