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POETRY

Poetry is the whitest distance between the inmost of rose and love
A struggle between an eternal silence and word
It’s an electric current to a music or sound
Which made everyone live and abound.
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Poetry is the loveliest point in a rainbow
Where God has placed His love to shoot His arrow
It is also equated to love of music in the afterglow
Precipitated into beauty as everyone know.
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Poetry is the love of ideas and music
The love of words and magic
The love of life as wonder
And the memories to ponder.

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