The sound of love
Is a symphony of natural rhythms
Conducted by two spirits
Guiding the physical
In an unrehearsed dance
The body is merely a vehicle
For a journey to a space
That transcends thought
We do not dance
As much as we should
But when we do
We do so effortlessly
That is poetry
Unwritten
Unspoken
Untouched
2 comments:
a good definition of poetry.
Thanks for your comments, both here and on my Imperfect Poet blog. Glad that you enjoyed the poetry.
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