Poetry is universal;
poetry is eternal;
poetry is a life beginning, which will meet you at the end.

Poetry is a journey;
poetry never pretends;
poetry is a feeling of life that will put you on the mend.

Poetry is a language understood by few –
for the road ahead, giving meaning to the weekend.

Poetry is life looking back in time,
entangled with subatomic particles
lending a hand like a friend.

Poetry wants to share a story
on this short journey
with a fragmented, subtle bend.

Poetry is now;
poetry is loud;
poetry is quiet for minds lying in bed.

Poetry is life;
life is poetry.

Poetry is a poem
within a poem
inside a poets head.

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