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Poetry
I resent myself for letting my mind constantly preek me into confusion,
lost in my thoughts every moment seemed like a test.
Drowning in the depth of my thoughts with words strong as the ocean tides poetry has become a canoe.
Born with an innate silence poetry has become my muse and in the storm it has become my umbrella.
If life is a choice then poetry is its cost.
a song of emotions, a symphony of thoughts, words of the Soul like spiritual incantations.
Oh! Poetry my beauty, my piece of peace, and an escape from myself!
© Ddawnofpoetry7
lost in my thoughts every moment seemed like a test.
Drowning in the depth of my thoughts with words strong as the ocean tides poetry has become a canoe.
Born with an innate silence poetry has become my muse and in the storm it has become my umbrella.
If life is a choice then poetry is its cost.
a song of emotions, a symphony of thoughts, words of the Soul like spiritual incantations.
Oh! Poetry my beauty, my piece of peace, and an escape from myself!
© Ddawnofpoetry7
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