Poetry Is

Using the senses...

The sight of multicolored quartz, gray-scale photos, and Snow White's roses�"

The smell of an old book shop, light incense, and suffocating smoke�"

The sound of rain on glass, a child's laugh, and a lover's cry�"

The taste of bitter wine, chocolate-covered cherries, and blood on my tongue�"

The feel of weathered pages, an early frost, and a hand in mine�"

The mute offspring of heart and mind.

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[Chris]

...and even more.

Thought-full lines.