Poetry
Poetry
The expression created from the eye
A joint between the two
Of art and book to represent
The things we people do
To process all the world around
The only truth that we
Will write upon a platform that
Some never get to see
With all the world that doesn't move
Why be the tree that stands
With all the sky for us to see
Why be the wing that lands
A poem can be anything
Beautiful and sad
A tear upon a weeping smile
The good upon the bad
If anything will sum it up
This devastating lie
A poem is how to stay as one
When you have to say goodbye
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