love for poetry
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Music was a part of me and with that they called me poetry,no one understood what it meant to me,simply cause they were never next to me.To see my ups to see my downs,to see the light to see the dark.Everyday seemed to be a new test but still,I sa
Like a stream flowing to an ocean,
An eagle flying over the mountains,
The sun peeking through the trees,
A vision comes to me.
The smell a warm aroma,
When I shut my eyes tight letters flow; ink spilled from a bottle.
I am patient for I know words do not like to be coddled.
I let the letters connect, making words, words into sentences.
