I am an Abstract Art ; Call me Poetry



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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