by ThePoet

Take a deep breath as you read this,
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Feel better?
Now continue reading;
Is it too hard to ask a simple question?
To read this poem, without any digression,
To simply listen to the birds sing on the telephone lines of
these stanzas? Chanting, crooning,
carolling choruses in the tune of an extravaganza.
Or to simply hear the punctuation’s symphony.
Blending well, in complete symmetry.
I wish you read this all the way through,
For poetry demands to be in the hands of you.
To be examined by the diamonds of your eyes,
Adored by the glimpse of your ocular allies.
And to be tasted by the depths of your brain,
Those nervous cells of yours, as long as a train.
With hopes you will become the artist I want you to become,
Painting words to make the most beautiful creation.
Impressing your family, from your pop to your mum.
Tell Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Botticelli as well.
Hell, tell the whole nation!
Scream it to the world, shout and yell.
Once you are done reading this,
Take a deep breath.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.

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