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About This Poem
PROSE AND PASSION
Poetry is the language of the soul
Its passion is lethal
Its writing speaks well
Its forms becomes in style
Literary and viral
It is a burning desire
Which is spontaneous and eloquent
It speaks of its feelings and emotions
Of love, its surroundings, its existence
A likings dwelt within a lingering beads
Sometimes full of doubts, pains and hopes
However, when espoused deemed a masterpiece.
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