Poetry

In the early dawn a poem was born

a spawn from lovingly sewn words

into a beautiful tapestry.

The flowers in the meadows speak poetry…

proudly presenting its colors with vivid display

of poetic words.

Then there are the stars brightly lit across

the otherwise darkened sky

gilding it with eccentric words

only poets could ever describe.

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