Oh, poetry is like a bird in flight,
Soaring high, beyond our sight.
It knows no bounds, nor borders tight,
Ignoring all
frontiers, day or night.
With wings of words, it takes to the sky,
A melodic journey, for the eye.
It weaves a tapestry, so fine and bright,
A symphony of sounds, such delight.
Like feathers on its back, so fair,
Its verses dance, without a care.
Each line and verse, a joyous hue,
A kaleidoscope, for me and you.
In this realm of verse, we find our peace,
A sanctuary, release.
For in the world of poetry, we see,
A beauty that sets our souls free.
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