Like the swallow swiftly i glide,
My wings carressed by gentle winds,
I am that faceless mistress,
Whose beauty is touched by the blind,
With a voice that cuts through silvers,
My tone causes the trees to dance.
I am that voice,
The reason you laugh when you laugh,
I am the breath that colors the rainbow,
The still silent whisper
The reason you will read this over and over again
I am poetry,
You search a thousand places,
And between twilight and shadow you see my face
Poetry the friend closest to the heart.
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