Poetry

Call it the love child of art and philosophy

Or a connection of souls that goes beyond demography
However deliberate and empirical
Or attentive and lyrical
Let the carefully chosen words paint a masterpiece in your mind
About the emotions derived
from experiences behind.
Let the words fill every crevice of your memory through time
While they may be different from theirs and mine.
Poetry is a music that resonates in our being
Sitting
in our hearts, is freeing
but especially, actively paints that uniquely perfect picture as it should
As I have tried, my hand never could.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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