P O E S Y
Because homosapiens aren't poesy,
It's a reason to change who you're
of all the ponders you covet to be
the way verse gallops in metrical cadence..
At times,
the ins and outs might feel like a lexicon
nobody has yet savvy to delineate..
you might not be an orb of scintilla,
or a raptor that can edify us to soar
But it's okay,
you're intensely tangled
to be crammed in a metaphor,
It's okay
to be baffled at whatcha doin' ?
Since, your inkling couldn't at times rhyme
still you can ramble to metamorphose over time,
the words could cryptically roll off your tongue
that's how sentences are strung?
You're an enigma that can't be scrawled,
there's no baptise to mutter "The way you're"
because homosapiens aren't poesy so far!
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PuisiHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
