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