Poetry (white)

Poetry is the blue silk of your sheets
poetry is the white feather of the bird
poetry is to sit on the bank of the river
in a stormy afternoon
soaking with the rain
poetry is the ice cream that we ate yesterday in the park
Poetry is the doll I gave you
Poetry is when we hold hands
Poetry is all that breathes
poetry is all around us

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4 thoughts on “Poetry (white)

  1. I agree with the poem. We need books of poetry and story to expand the mind and make us dream and ponder. Thank you for the excellent poetry.

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