Poem is a thing of devotion
That rarefies mind's aperture
To captivate the reader's emotion
Through the winding lane of lines
With unparalled tincture
Matter manifests its mines
As the words waltz in detention
To mold the motion of thought
Rhythm ramifies perception
To reach the crest of credo
Via the voices that rebut
Poem elevates by veto.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
Poem is a thing of devotion
That rarefies mind's aperture
To captivate the reader's emotion
Through the winding lane of lines
With unparalled tincture
Matter manifests its mines
As the words waltz in detention
To mold the motion of thought
Rhythm ramifies perception
To reach the crest of credo
Via the voices that rebut
Poem elevates by veto.
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