Poetry,
A painting
through words,
Seems like
a tune of singing birds.
Straight
from the heart,
Filled with
beautiful emotions, a form of art!
Poetry,
A dance, to
the rhythm of our soul.
Seems like
a story, feelings rather than role.
A beautiful
picture, which treasures our memories,
A mirror,
which reflects the true side of our life series.
Poetry,
Like a dew
in the morning,
Like a
single drop on the flower, which is blossoming.
Like a
song, with the lyrics of our heart.
It’s an extra
beauty added to our feelings, a wonderful art!
~Madhumathi
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