MY POETRY
We live a moment of great cheer
and see the world dancing around.
Life gets the moon that reflects what
our heart, the sun, that gives its light.

What are you, verse, but just a voice
of rhythmic cadence in the heart
which comes spontaneously from there,
a song that chants what the heart bears?

The words are derived from its tune,
arranged by what the cadence yields,
recited to the tongue to say
what sort of state the heart abides.

With closed eyes we hear the tongue sings,
repeating what the tune dictates,
no change of words the tune allows
as verse can't accept altered sense.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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