The Grace Of God The sun, Hidden behind the blanket of the suttle, dark…
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Poetry is an opening of emotions and the door putting a foot out to stop it.
Poetry is like thunder storm dark and scary
Poetry is like a stormman melting when spring comes
Poetry is a flower shop in spring bright and colorful
Poetry is a person getting surgery
Poetry is the opening to the book and to the ending of a book
Poetry is a closing to the door when time comes