Poetry Essence
by Muse Gong
In times that echo with a trumpet\'s call,
Poetry emerges, a nation\'s soul.
Essence of thought, in lines it does enthral,
A flash of wisdom, making spirits whole.
Sorrows and sensitivities entwined,
Emotions surge, a poetic sea.
Soliloquy of hearts, a truth defined,
Personality blooms, wild and free.
Within the spirit\'s maze, confusion weaves,
Spring of love, in verses it cascades.
Understanding life, as the poet conceives,
Existence\'s reverie in words parades.
Like springtime flowers, poetry\'s embrace,
A sonnet\'s dance, in its rhythmic grace.