Author's Note:
The following poem was written to encapsulate the desire to create art with one's words: poetry.
With age comes beauty
Fine words, like wine
Much meaning left to interpret
Within a single line
Clear skies, muddled mind
Thrown upon a page
Some write in rage
Of long forgotten days
Little child, stands tall
Too soon
Mothers' eyes shed blue
Time flown askew
Others ponder great
While some can't participate
In ways of expression
Painting, dancing, and fine arts
And so they relish themselves
Within a single word
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The Art Of Speech - Poetry
PoetryCollection of life inspired poems for international reads.
