Weeping Nature

A world is crying

Its tears going unnoticed

Dew on the green leaves

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In Poetry



 In music, song,
 We find ourselves engulfed,
 Swamped by the imaginations
 Of others;
 Moved in a direction of their choosing.
 It can be amazing,
 Life changing.
 But,
 In poetry,
 We add our own soundtrack,
 Our own melodies to words that stir our emotions.
 We accept the contents of another’s soul and mould them to our own.
 And,
 In so doing,
 We know that we shall never be the same again.