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March 2013

Poetry alive

Poetry is alive
With its snapping jaws and roaring breath.
Poetry dances
With power in each step
Shaking the ground
In a never ending rhythm.
Poetry glides across the floor
With such grace and elegance
Not even the best dancer can look down upon it.
Poetry is happy
Yet sad
Poetry is alive
Yet so still and lifeless on paper
waiting to be read
Poetry is always waiting
Standing there, in the corner
Silent
Waiting
Waiting for the right moment to
Shine!

© 2013 Claudia Z.
International School of Beijing
Beijing, China
Grade 6

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