scape
In the world of poems, where words make a cozy blanket,
I run away from real life, finding comfort in the ink's set.
Poetry, like a magical wand, turns everyday things into dreams,
Making verses that help me escape from life's stressful streams.
As I play with words, I step into a different land,
Following paths in my mind, where my thoughts expand.
Each word is like a friend guiding me on a trip,
Taking me away to a place where worries don't grip.
Describing things with special words, like secret doors,
Showing hidden parts of my mind, revealing more.
Rhyming words are like echoes, making a peaceful space,
A safe spot where I forget about work and life's race.
My pen is like a map, helping me explore,
Drawing places I've never been to before.
Verses are like wings, lifting me up high,
Taking me away from where expectations lie.
Words aren't just marks on paper; they're whispers in my ear,
Talking about feelings and things I hold dear.
They can make me feel better, or maybe a bit blue,
A kind of music that plays with my feelings too.
In this world of poems, I wander without a plan,
Exploring words and phrases, like a happy nomad fan.
When life gets heavy, and things seem too real,
I find peace in poetry, a comforting, magical deal.
Copyright ©
Ariana Pataki
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