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Words feed themselves
Poetry is a piece of music, that asks the words to prance
It dances to nature, emotions and even romance.
A poem is a parentless child of silence
Its words never equal the content behind the sentence.
Pains laughter, joy and sadness are filtered in a poetry
It becomes finally pleasant or even symmetry.
A poem begins in an instant of a circumstance,
Continues in a sense of happenstance.
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