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Poetry is a kaleidoscope of wonder,
A panorama of the soul's thunder.
It's a prism that refracts the light,
A language that transcends sight.
It's the heart's ink spilled on the page,
A symphony of emotions that rage.
It's a tapestry woven from the fabric of life,
A mirror that reflects our inner strife.
It's a whisper that becomes a shout,
A seed that grows into a sprout....
A panorama of the soul's thunder.
It's a prism that refracts the light,
A language that transcends sight.
It's the heart's ink spilled on the page,
A symphony of emotions that rage.
It's a tapestry woven from the fabric of life,
A mirror that reflects our inner strife.
It's a whisper that becomes a shout,
A seed that grows into a sprout....