Escape into the depths of poetry
Knocking on the door of creativity
Prose, verses are rhyming in me
Headstrong, visceral it flows along
Rhythmic, rhymes resonate in me
Acrostic clashing with ekphrastic
Smashing down walls so drastic
Time to push the boundaries
Into places never known
Creating visceral fantasies.
Poetry is my very breathing
Over time we create new meaning
Enter into deep visionary
To the depths of deep imagination
Reviving it from the stagnation
Years in the wilderness end here.
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