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Dear Poetry,
Poetry is merciless on me,
preventing me to merely be,
but feeling immensely everything at once,
or nothing at all, giving ratio a chance.
But when she gets me, oh when she's there,
she doesn't leave me, she's well aware
of my fantasy wandering flight,
of my musings during the night,
of my mornings, welcoming new day,
oh, poetry are you here to stay?
Should I prepare a cup of green tea,
and freshly baked cookie celebrating thee?
Then please take a seat in my armchair,
we'll meet and great all poets out there.
Then as I fell in sleep, sneak out gently,
and come to my dreams experimently.
© Lady_O
preventing me to merely be,
but feeling immensely everything at once,
or nothing at all, giving ratio a chance.
But when she gets me, oh when she's there,
she doesn't leave me, she's well aware
of my fantasy wandering flight,
of my musings during the night,
of my mornings, welcoming new day,
oh, poetry are you here to stay?
Should I prepare a cup of green tea,
and freshly baked cookie celebrating thee?
Then please take a seat in my armchair,
we'll meet and great all poets out there.
Then as I fell in sleep, sneak out gently,
and come to my dreams experimently.
© Lady_O
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