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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=569192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poetry is the Divine Part of Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poetry haters love to make fun of the touchy-feely stuff<br>as though that defined who or what poetry is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poetry is the last time the sun gets reflected<br>in somebody's eyes, when they're saying goodbye-<br>maybe for forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it's that first dropp of rain, touches the new brides veil, <br>blesses her; as she's lifting it off her face <br>for the first time, after being kissed in the marriage ceremony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And poetry might be that bubble, <br>over the sink.. keeps floating away, fully intact; <br>even though all the laws of physics and gravity may be saying<br>it ought not be able to go on existing; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And poetry in motion<br>is a baby, trying to walk and falling down<br>again and again; <br>refusing to give up, surrender<br>less painful though that might be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And poetry could even be your hand over my mouth, <br>because you know that I can never really say<br>what I am trying so hard to say; <br>as there's another form of secret communication<br>connects soul directly to soul, <br>without confusing or complicated words.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that is some of the invisible poetry, <br>lives in the eyes, the hands; the heart of the mind; <br>and all the hidden, inner recesses of a human being; and even though <br>something may be a form of poetry for one; it may not be for another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Finally, if you balled up the emotions together, and then just threw them up<br>into the open air, not knowing where they might come down, or even if; <br>this too, could be one of the purest forms of poetry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My words could go on flowing forever, like a stream, and that could be poetry; <br>or they might stop without warning and</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patti+Masterman">Patti Masterman</a><div class=q>
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Poetry is the last time the sun gets reflected
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