CONTEMPLATION

10/10/2016

Poetry is the last stage,
of contentment or despair,
contemplation or repentance,
or simply of brilliance sheer.

Tis a culmination of passion,
that spills on to paper,
soul searching transcendence,
amidst crisp and raw emotion.

Oh wayfarer dear,
be not quick a judge,
of the poetic soul and its lamentations,
for seldom a word of poetry escapes those lips,
except that it’s ripped the heart clear,
and laid it out bare.

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