Poetry and Me
Poetry is a vision
It comes and goes
With or without
any reason!
Poetry is like a blemish
It stays on
Turns pink and purple
And then vanishes
Like gibberish!
It is more of a summer treat
It grows on with every beat
Poems swell and tear
During daily wear!
Poetry is an escape
Into imaginary gates
Opening up each day
Happier in every way!
Poems become me
If you can so see!
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