Poetry
So subjective that she could be called, the union of words that tell the tale of hearts. Or A piece of literature. A moment or story pen downed, in the least words. So much she holds inside herself, The poetic devices, the endless types of poetry. The moments, stories, and feelings are all in a piece of literature. So beautiful and lovely, from the darkest to the most precious moments she explains. Just with words. Just with the art of writing verses Just so precious. So powerful, it changes lives. The vocabulary, the forms of writing. Just to give a message. How do I stay away from its effects. So, I wrote, I wrote the feelings made them go wild, in the end. I saw a piece of literature, so subjective yet, it described the darkest feeling. So, how could the clouds resist raining. I weaved words to create art, I wrote all that nature showed me, from the Golden hours to the optimum setting of earth . A.V