Near the rainbow, where
thoughts paint out many colors,
Poetry slips out music in sound. Art steadies the heart with the
Excited voices echo in music.
Music is poetry,
Poetry is music.
Poetry race among the genres,
But music enacted poetry.
The birds chirp and dance.
To the jiggles and praise of poetry.
Poets worship poetry
with their prominent
Prosperous pen.
In this forest of artistry,
Lies speak the sweetest truth.
We kill and heal with words.
With art, we fly higher above the sky
Without using a flight.
The sun smiles and gives us hope
Because the work of art was chained
With a heart that is akin to the soul.
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