The Gift Of Poetry Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

The Gift Of Poetry

Rating: 5.0

A friend with voice like morning dew,
He sang a poem, tender and true.
His words took flight, like birds in spring,
I found my heart began to sing.

Each verse, a whisper, soft and bright,
Lit up my world with pure delight.
Now poetry's my cherished art,
All thanks to him, it filled my heart.

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