You have to hear the poem
Hear it as a song
Melody stays with you
Longer than plain words
You have to see the poem
Images instead of verse
Flash of color shapes and figures
Before your mind's eye
You have to feel the poem
Your soul embraced
Deep into your skin
By the tender words
Let it transform you
Let it wash over you
Like a glittery, tinkling thing
leaving behind the sweet smell of clover
And the taste of honey.
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