What poetry is to me......
Poetry is the verdant ivy
in my blooming garden,
A mythic metaphor innate
from the umbilical cord
of creativity fused with spontaneity
lasting down to your final
journey, a visionary landscape
painted by the dexterous strokes,
poetry the embodiment of unique
messages culled from experiences,
empathy, euphoria, eglantine moods,
also the tale of unyielding,
uncompromising Destiny;
byzantine path in search of relief.
Real poetry is gyrating from within
by the wheel of Divine serenity .
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