reflects smiles
mirrors pains
its beauty beguiles
entertains
wakes up heart
opens door
transcends art
furthermore
swells in vein
its maddening flow
drops as rain
on parchment glow
once seeded within
grows deep root
makes you come clean
speak only truth
soul's inked beat
pearls dug from deep
in true spirit
have it worshipped.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
reflects smiles
mirrors pains
its beauty beguiles
entertains
wakes up heart
opens door
transcends art
furthermore
swells in vein
its maddening flow
drops as rain
on parchment glow
once seeded within
grows deep root
makes you come clean
speak only truth
soul's inked beat
pearls dug from deep
in true spirit
have it worshipped.
Poetry is a spirit; they that would worship it must worship in spirit and in truth.
(E.M. Forster: The Celestial Omnibus)
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