Poetry Hides

October 14, 2009
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Poetry hides in the deepest of minds and in the bottom of our hearts. Poetry starts with a brain full of ideas and a heart full of feelings. Poetry is like wind-- clear, silent, and calming. we cannot see it ,but we can feel it.
Poetry is a disease coursing through our veins waiting to take over our body and mind, a disease there is no cure for.
Poetry hides in our dreams. In the darkest dreams, or even in the day dreams we have while we sit in class staring off into the distance, not caring about what is going on around us. It haunts us. It takes control. Poetry is hiding in all of us...

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