The magic of poetry

I too, can be hurt inside,
Why I\'m not free from the misery
But I have a way of step aside
It is solely by writing poetry.
I can sometimes scape
On day dreams imaginary
Laying down on the clouds on my head, swinging on the moon it could be
When I pass close to the flowers
I see them dressed, oh! So luxury
They blow me kisses, and they invite me,
To sing the lyrics of my coquetry
As we begin the sultry conversation
They undress the silk fabric, the wind join us to see,
In each twinkle someone falls in love,
This is the magic of poetry.