Poetry is empty pocket's
Of the mind
Just waiting to be
Defined
Fore it is a God given gift,
A gift for all time
And what is a poem
But poetry re-assured
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It resinates' in our dream's
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And changes' all the time
Fore it is fraught with
Human Nature
It nictitates' mankind
GF
Categories:
resinates, passion, philosophy
Form: Light Verse