Wonders of P.O.E.T.R.Y !
My hand wonders,
how to start with a word,
making it swim across,
and get out as poetry !
My mind wonders,
it thinks its the heart,
who brings harmony,
gives life to words !
My eyes wonder,
what is the mess about,
until it finds rainbows,
in dark Sunday night !
Even I wonder,
who is writing skies,
in papers of emptiness,
who vanishes after a while !
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