Posted in 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.
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.
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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