What Poetry is to Me 2

Lyric A Kent

It's a hang glider it spreads it's wings through our imagination and the sky,

It's holds knowledge, even more than that of a library,

It's like the sun dangerous but promising when it rises,

Some are tired some are sad,

And some have the power of a million winds all across the world,

While others weave a song of peace of white doves and daisies,

And others are full of fiery vengeance that destroy whatever's in it's path,

Some are beautiful and calming like a blooming peach tree,

Some are repeated like the ocean, stuck in an infinite loop with the moon,

It'll hug you close and hope you not to break free,

It's loving and kind,

It's breath is like a tornado of flower petals rose and orange blossoms,

They dance in the winds and run through skies of your imagination,

It smells like honeysuckle and it tastes like a peach no matter how it is written it will always be beautiful because someone poured all of their emotion to create something that will last for ever in the reader's mind even after that author is gone,

Don't ever forget what it is to feel emotions to feel what someone felt at that exact moment in time!