Poetry my Muse

Sounds upon sounds
Rhymes after rhymes
The melody flows into the heart
Leaving behind the magic of spoken words
And a longing and desires that never goes out

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Poetry are my muse
It speaks with few words but clear voice
It leaves the heart to ponder deep in search of meaning
It questions the world's system with bravery
And leave a wise man to increase in his thinking

Think oh idle man
Read between the lines carefully
In every line is a muse
In every rhymes are truths
Poetry isn't just wasted words
But words that makes you pause for a second and think