Poetry is where I flee
when no one’s attuned with me
Its rhythmic intensity
makes me lost in the exalted immensity

The cruel world purge
troubles and worries submerge
A place where I can speak my mind
knowing my thoughts will not be in a terrible bind

In your stance
they are mere words with your parlance
Extracted from my very essence
beautiful words coalescence

The solace it yields
the power it wields
Poetry alone could hold my regard ever
I like to drown myself in it forever

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