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Poetry

Poetry is the art of words
The silent song that is unheard
The melody that fill your head
The last words of the dead
 
In every stanza contains a beat
The line that makes you move your feet
The simple the long
The rhythm that moves you along
 
It takes you to a different place
Each one contains an unalike
Whether sorrowful or glee
It plays a unique key
 
A distant breeze
That can never please
It is words to express
to take away the stress
 
Whether it is a distant thought
Or something that can never be bought

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