Dear reader,
Ah! came out, Voicing out my name Poetry Poetry, Where are you going? Come back here. Where's your T-shirt? Wear me into the moonlight, Sharpen my teeth with your moonarc. Blow me with your glow. And as I stand on the moon, Zoom me into the Sun, orbiting. Let's dance in the crust of the untouched volcano We see as we look from this heart canoe. Canoe shaped moonarc. Dancing love ocean.
Poetry is play. It sets you free off the norm of words and language. For you to create, deconstruct and recreate.
Poetry requires courage and lazines
s at both. It can be taught and yet, not learnt. The best teacher is yourself. Poetry sets you on a path of self-discovery of voice.
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