Birth of Poetry
Every poetic verse; it's depth, mystery, and color
emanated from the rhythm of life; waterfalls gushing downhill,
stars spread in the night sky, like sparks from the moon; sweet, scented flowers;
your beautiful face.....
It was destined that only a poet, could decipher the words coming out from Mother
Nature's orchestra, where we are all Her audience....
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