The art of the poem



The Art of the Poem


The poem arises from its never-ending sleep
With a simple motion inciting voice alone needs to speak
delivering the passion some fear to mention
It moves with a momentous pace
hits everyone in a different way
From music to movement it’s everywhere
With each person, it touching it takes on a tone of its own
Giving spirits a new voice
Conveying ideas some choose to not express
It’s the voice I choose to speak through clearly
The art form which is dear to me



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