To simply place pen upon paper, to scrawl down mindless words, to blindly venture into the forsaken art, that is not poetry…
To close your eyes and see beautiful autumn days,
To look upon a distant memory and smile,
To feel the art flow out of you, like some Divine rhythm,
That is Poetry.
To face the unknown blackness,
To stare unblinkingly into its eyes,
To float on a silver cloud,
Wow..That really means so, so much to me! I\’m so glad you liked it. Thanks! 
Thank you Poetic Enigma, it means a lot. 
Your poetry is lovely too!
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