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Finding Poetry

I asked my dad where Poetry lived
Curious, at the age of three
He smiled and rubbed my gentle head
“It is nearby”, he said to me

So now I am in a search
To find this mistical land
But with no luck, I could not find
Which surely I did not understand

And I’ve already search the world
With nowhere else to go
And that’s when it hit me
It lives within one’s soul

So you don’t have to find where Poetry lives
You just have to believe it’s true
Because if you do believe in its existence
Then it is already living in you

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