Monday, February 24, 2020

Poetry is...

The rhythm of every breath
And every beat of every heart 

The siren call of every birdsong 
And every noise in nature

The trail of every tear down every forlorn cheek
And the stain of every bruise and all that is inked

The music of every sphere in the universe
And every silence waiting in anticipation

The breakup of every love
And the fire of every fury

The promise of every dream
And the breakdown of every promise

The every thing
And the ever

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