Poetry is the music of words, That can't be heard.
It is an emotion, Like the droplets of an ocean.
The two kinds of poetry, Like two branches of a tree.
First when you are aware, And begin with a flair.
Second when you are unaware, And start out of nowhere.
It comes when you are oblivious, Feeling glum or atrabilious.
The latter is the best one, You'll know it when you are done.
Because the best things happen, When you are full of passion.
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Been wanting to write this since a long time, every poet knows it, but no one wrote a poetry about it. But this is the first kind of poetry, not that good. Don't forget to vote, comment and share!!
