the words flow through my vein,
standing watching the rain.
the deepest poetry in motion,
storms the airs with commotion.
the sweetest sound of rhymes,
triggers thousand smiles.
the endless tap of my fingers,
creates astounding poetry beats.
pages from my poetry journal,
keeps an image of my belief.
that every second of my breathing,
creates a minute of my poetry.
this life that I am living,
paints a picture of my breeding.
that every line in my poetry,
is destined to be poetry.
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