what is a poem?
..like a fleet sway in the ocean,
whispers like an icy cliche
can't compare in any dozen,
stained against, tail of time and fate
tattooed straight to her heart and soul
begins with a breathe of new birth
sprang, to express eternal role
segued through the skin, so to have worth
delivers truth in every word
casts an impact in every inch
for somebody it is the world
scatters word into flaming cold..
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