I live inside my poetry lost within the lines and phrases.
I make my poetry dance around playing along the wind,
Each line is lonelier than the past and each word is friendlier than the last.
Poetry is the language in which my soul, my mind and heart commune and cluster…
I hide myself inside my poetry so would you read a page from my soul, just one at a time ?
Wait for me in poetry… that’s where I will be !
Lost in words, lost in lines… lost in somewhere between the conversation I  never had with anyone… feel me inside my poetry in my words…
In the single  line poetry rhyme…
In a few sad verse…
An ode to self…
In a folk tale ballad…
In the fleeting sentences…
In a sonnet cry.
In deep lyric song.
They are not just poem you seek me in,
But the words I can’t utter.
I pledge none of my writings are for bread and butter,
Why I write because I am trapped in letters between my heart and mind where my soul wanders…
In poems my soul escapes entrapped but free,
These words have helped me so much it would be cruel not to give them a place to live here and breathe.
My heart my poetry my words are one.
And if you ever fall in love with them. You might be unable to run… so for once, are you ready to read my poem beneath my soul, for a page to be just one ?

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