Roses are red, violets are blue,
Colors of love, emotions too.
In every line, in every rhyme,
We are poetry, eternal through time.
The night is dark, the day will spark,
A dance of love, a fleeting mark.
In every verse, in every sight,
We are poetry, forever we write.
Sweet inside, our feathers fall,
A whispered tale that binds us all.
We grow with age, but never tire,
For we are poetry, our hearts afire.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
A symbol of love, forever true.
In every word, in every breath,
We are poetry, defying death.
Sweet inside, our feathers fall,
We rise and fall, but stand tall.
We are old, we forever grow,
For we are poetry, an endless flow.
Written by QueenBDivine
reminding you that you matter
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