Feelings of Poetry
When shackled by wind
and breezed by balance to mend
Grip the wealth that life's garden grows
And smell the unknowns the nose not knows
Hear zesty colors in rhyming dance
And see bountiful beauty from musical chance
Be in this moment to crisp the crunch
Silence packs a thunderous punch
Harvest the taste, this freedom life that melts
And feel as though you're on your way to someplace else
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