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.