Poetry is ecstasy
The reward is intrinsic
It spreads happiness
The reward is balmystic.
Poetry enters through the eyes
And brings forth a smile
Changes the contours of the face
As we blush a shade.
Poetry is niche
Read by a few
Yet it's what we read
When we are screwed.
Poetry reconciles the similies and the souls
Metaphors hold the fort when alliterations are alone
It gives words to the feelings unknown
It's not just an emotion, but so much more.
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Ethereal Expressions
PoetryEthereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells. My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...
