Keyara S Trotman

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The Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\'s swirl and twirl,

In the early morning light they unfurl,

Their energy and chaos so enthralling,

A poetry storm that\'s truly enthralling.

 

Each word a lightning strike,

Each line a thunderous strike,

In the symphony of words they dance,

Creating a masterpiece, a fleeting glance.

 

Emotions woven into every verse,

A universe of feelings, a universe to traverse,

Through the power of language, we connect,

In this poetic storm, we intersect.

 

So let the Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx\'s by continue to dance,

 

In this poetic whirlwind, we dance with words,

Letting our thoughts and emotions be heard.

In the storm of verses, we take our stance,

To feel, to think, to dream, in poetic trance.

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