Dear Poetry…

I am sorry that we did not meet sooner.

You have been good to me,

Never let out my secret rumor.

 

Since our meeting, you breathed your life into me.

Unfastened my blinders

And now I must decree,

That you surround me.

 

Poetry, my friend, you are always there

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