Maze
Poetry,
An amusing grace that better
the spirit of the poet.
Poetry,
Like boundless world,
Amazes hearts and spirits.
No course have ever been so faithful
than the course of being a poet.
Tiring winds to catch
And soil to merge
Has always
Risen my wit for pen.
My mother earth
And her environs
Are proliferating notes
I behold.
Persistence urge
To have a say
Is one instinct
To my ventilated breath.
The feelings
To remain immortal
And have impact
is another laudable loam.
Sincerely speaking,
poetry
has been my chime.
It stays by me
in the rain and in an odd dying state.
Poetry has won me many glory
It is still winning me some more.
Countless exalted barter
and consistent standing ovation.
What's more to say of poetry
Little will one wonder.
Well, it has become
My gem,
My sword,
My song
and my soul.
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