A Comforting Hand

Poetry is inclusive like an outstretched hand

Its words pull you near and into Its foreign land

Escape, escape, escape again...

You dont need to fear, to tremble or roam without a cause

Poetry has order and carries you through ignoring your flaws

Escape, escape, escape again...

Cast away the old you

Let Poetry pull you through

Captivating minds

Changing hearts

Words of poetry, oh the art of all arts

Escape, escape, escape again...


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