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Poetry Is
By K. S.
Poetry is standing face to face with a bear.
Poetry is watching a sunset go down on a warm day.
Poetry is.
Poetry is going to sleep in a warm bed.
Poetry is going for a morning run.
Poetry is.
Poetry is waking up after a pleasant night sleep.
Poetry is hiking up a steep mountain. Poetry is.
Poetry is watching the stars on a cool night.
Poetry is balancing on a wood board.