If poetry was a person

If poetry was a person,A mysterious woman , she would be I am certain.With a very attractive  skin,Her oceanic eyes would have drowned her readers for a spin.Beaming smile perfect for the go,She would gracefully drape herself with metaphors and oxymorons ,Looking just perfect for the show.!Her eyes deep like an ocean,Housed  phrases and versesContinue reading “If poetry was a person”