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Poetry is a tree.
Do believe in me.
Has her roots at sky
and wings to fly.

Words her teardrops.
Rhyme her crime.
Feelings her healings.
Thoughts her knots.

Poetry is a tree.
Every morning kissing me.
Let our Love be.
Let her set me free.

She is a tree at sea.
Sailors all we.
Ship the world we live.
In poetry i do believe.

Like a statue of nature,
has a mind so mature,
a heart so delicate,
oh yes, in silence we communicate.

Poetry is a tree.
Give her dreams to be
and you will suddenly see,
mountains having sea.

I am in love with poetry.
We have a lighting chemistry.
Star is her middle name
oh me, a lover of her game.

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Written on 2020-06-04 at 05:55

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
After the emptiness and isolation in "NOTHING," this is fulfilling. You have found in poetry (if not someone, then something) to love. The last stanza says it so well.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Poetry says all of what life is. Of Life in Lifes is to us us and of others life is. Is and as life should be. Of hopes and fears. As is.
Ken D