Some people are poetry
They are pieces of fine art
Like the music soul-soothing,
lyrics of a song written
on a gloomy day of silent rain
Some people are pure nature
green like the dense trees
ready to shed leaves
on an autumn eve
They die with the
Conviction of springing back
Some people are abstract
a mere reflection of
their conscious thoughts
they are silent, calm, and serene
only understood by those who feel
Some people are friends with the wild in the wind,
the stormy sky hovering clouds
they converse in solitude
to the stars,
and the moon and to themselves!
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