
Poetry
Poetry is a poem, A song. It is laughter, It is sadness, it is dread, and it is Madness. Poetry is a child dancing in the sunlight, it is a shooting star cutting through the open sky - so impecably bright. It's a wild wolf howling at the moon, or a glare in your window - the kind that shows you every color, while your driving on a Sunday afternoon. Poetry is a feeling, It's a thought. It's something not one person can explain, like a brush stroke on an empty canvas that will surely fill up with paint. Poetry. Much more than a simple written word, it's like a person. Unique however you may interpret.




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