Prose and Passion
Poetry is the language of the soul
Its passion is lethal
Its writing speaks well
Its forms becomes in style
Literary and viral
It is a burning desire
Which is spontaneous and eloquent
It speaks of its feelings and emotions
Of love, its surroundings, its existence
A likings dwelt within a lingering beads
Sometimes full of doubts, pains and hopes
However, when espoused deemed a masterpiece.
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