Poetry Is

A way out,

A way throughout pain.

A way to fly,

A way to cry.

A way to express,

A way to repress.

A way to dream,

A way to gleam.

A way to stand,

A way to land

On steady ground,

With little sound.

Support is there,

No matter where

You may be,

A way to say what you see.

It's for young and old,

Healthy or with a cold.

It's for one's health,

With or without stealth.

 

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