Somewhere between the lines poetry is born,
Where words confess emotions in verses and rhymes,
And becomes a beam of light to the gloomy world,
That opens a path to unity, love, humanity, understanding.
A mind manifestation with a heartbeat of reality,
Planted and grow with a brilliantly tell-tale story,
Where metaphors of tears are described in a poetic agony,
Where happiness and laughter are described rhythmically.
Everything that feels and sees can turn into pages,
A forest for the head an ocean for the heart,
Floated and sink in the ink swim to be expressed,
Unexpectedly but intentionally created to breathe into life.
©®Dimple Lobo Corcino Opina
