Bottled

Fri, 06/29/2018 - 16:37 -- Glass

Magical, wonderful, chilling, sublime,

there's a beauty in poetry captured in rhyme,

while the world sometimes talks in nothing but greys, 

us as artists help each other see through the haze.

 

Inspiration captured in nothing but words,

reading them lifts me to entire new worlds,

lets me pick from emotion bottled before me,

and returns me safe,

carrying jarred seeds of stories.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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