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What is poetry?
it’s when I’m inspired to reflect
on things I see around me...

With much deep reflection
and with profound regret

I have decided...

I will only...

Seeking through the pain of the sky,
Waiting to fly above the skyline.
Wishing these days...

It is within her virtue
where nature sings
Her regal humility
brings a solace
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Paint the singing birds and the roses bloom,
with a muted palette of grey and gloom.

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It is the morning,
And times dragging a bit.
But I wait and I wait,
For the right...