Oh, poetry, thou art a gentle stream,
Where heart and soul find sweet repose and dream,
Thy words, like blossoms in a summer's breeze,
Doth stir the depths of love and memories,
In thy embrace, the world's tumult doth cease,
And in thy verse, I find my lasting peace,
For thou, sweet poetry, art my true heart's ease.
© @Gj🐢