poetry can dance upon pages of love stories
and write upon hopes of everyday lives
a glimpse
of a storm rages or
a heart fills with joy
these words read from strangers
are they merely a toy?
our minds full of unknowns and souls within cages
words feed our souls with the music of sages
a dance step
of joys or
grief we despise
these words read by strangers
are they all simply lies?
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