'Poem' is a word
that flutters on the mountaintops
In puddles & pebbles
that fandangos & hops
Like a boat that drifts
On streams of milky mists
And like a flock of doves
that peregrinates from hills to treetops
A word that nestles in the tiniest dewdrop
That paints a peacock's feathers with rainbowy pop
A word that shimmers in tones of electric blue-green
An eye invisible yet seen
A word that blooms in the meadows of golden springs
That marks the arrival of dusk, the colour of homecoming!
That's a beautiful poem!
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