What is Poetry?
Poetry is the wildest of storms
twisting words and letters
It is fire
lashing and whipping thoughts
It is the cool waters
calming your senses
And it is the wind
whisking you away
to other worlds
of unknown things
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it melt away like ice and snow
Or fall like a feather to the ground?
Does it sit like a watched pot and never boil?
Or does it stand proudly
at the end of a long tunnel
Maybe it piles up
because there is no space
And soon enough,
it will just be
Replaced.
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