Poetry powers me

Embrace life

Poetry, a unique art, is ordering of words,
A poet's muse, his smiles, his pain unheard,

His thoughts , and echo of his heart,
Poetry is his solace, not just a piece of art,

His pen racing with his thoughts,
Whether making sense to the world ,

It's his experience of his truth of being,
Why expect everytime pearls in string,

Sometimes may create a masterpiece,
Sometimes may just the number increase,

Poetry , may heal a wound or tear it apart,
As a sharp arrow, penetrating the heart,

My poetry is my wealth, I could save,
Through it I return world, what it gave.

Image; pexel

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