Mysterious treasures it will find
Poetic phrases standing in line
To mix and mingle and form a rhyme
It goes unspoken and nobody knows
The powerful punch, the magnetic pulls
Of the words enlivened by the mystic world:
Invisible encounters making the poetic swirl..
Ah the appearance of the rhyming word
It seems to be echoing something unheard
It challenges the reader to the ocean most deep
And surrounds it with the silences that will speak.
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