Poetry
Poetry is a world,
Pure and innocent as a pearl
It is form of view,
That is only seen by a few
Poets can unfurl their truths,
And don't need to support it with any proof
It's a place where the grass can be blue,
and broken cell phones can be transformed into glue
Where the sky is yellow,
And people rejoin with loved ones within a sweet meadow
Where flightless birds are given the sky,
To hop out of gravity and just go up and fly
Poetry is a world,
Pure and innocent as a pearl
Copyright © Alex Mckenna | Year Posted 2012
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