POETRY

 

POETRY

Poetry is a tree.
Do believe in me.
Has her roots at sky
and wings to fly.

Words her teardrops.
Rhyme her crime.
Feelings her healings.
Thoughts her knots.

Poetry is a tree.
Every morning kissing me.
Let our Love be.
Let her set me free.

She is a tree at sea.
Sailors all we.
Ship the world we live.
In poetry i do believe.

Like a statue of nature,
has a mind so mature,
a heart so delicate,
oh yes, in silence we communicate.

Poetry is a tree.
Give her dreams to be
and you will suddenly see,
mountains having sea.

I am in love with poetry.
We have a lighting chemistry.
Star is her middle name
oh me, a lover of her game.