"I would define...the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty." -#Edgar_Allan_Poe

A cadence, a flow like the heart beat,

Breathing symphony in pleasant breeze,

Nature’s pulse in a regular throb,

Woven in the words of a specific note,

As words move like cascade from freshly melted snow,

With mellifluous rise and fall they flow,

Beauty is woven in the form of poetic showers,

Resplendent as wreaths of myriad hued flowers,

Of repeated like seasons that come and go,

A bird’s clarion call or a chirping slow,

It’s charming rise and fall that we hear,

Such beauty as pleases hearts and ears.