Rebellious words that portray carelessness
Violent words that cap callousness.
Sweet words that move mountains
Caring words that create joyous fountains
Yet consoling words that contain
And soften a grief stricken heart.
Poetry is what surrounds you, the air you breath, the the golden sunset you see, the chirping birds you hear, yet the wind that blows off your clothes such that we see your naked mind.
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