I am poetry
My heart a symphony of words,
Mind a melodious art
I am poetry,
Sweet words
Melancholic reasoning,
I am pure poetry
Poetry is me,
Warm, cold, rustic but sweet delicious phonemes,
Poetically sculptured.
Find me in the winds, that blow,
Search me beneath the hazy lips of Sahara,
Hot dry Sandy paths of creative majestic.
I am the Sway of delight
The drum that beats joy,
Hear the poetry of breath, in sight
Embrace the ecstasy that sings joy,
See pleasure unexplained in the dry farmland
Hear me as the coarse earth, strike!
No rains, maybe chilly winds
These winds for our flight,
Find me where there is love
There poetry lays,
There imagination prevail!
No more place for sadness
Nor the weariness of lack
No home for laziness
Or the cold war attack
I am poetry
Poetry is me ♥️❤️♥️♥️