She speaks another language
And its name is poetry
Silent but her heart pours out
Lots of secrets
Within her eyes
You find hidden pains
People think she talks in flowery language
But the truth is...
Poetry is her form of expression
She's silent
But surely observes many things
She's not a flirt-
But her poetry draws many hearts
She captures them
With her sense of humour
How her feelings
Just fall like
Immediate leaves
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