The exclusivity of Poetry,
Is not always Democratic,
Comprehension and feelings, I mean,
Not always open to All.
It's a mental game that's wheeling,
Many times following the walls or the ceiling,
As Tortuous as Life, Itself,
Poetry juggles words and myths,
It is a floral quiz,
From the mind,
From the heart,
And yet, Poetry Is,
And will always Be
Part of our innermost,
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