" THE BEAUTY

Poetry is beautiful, in my eyes.
Its words are aged with wisdom.
A poets tears burn words, to vanish sighs,
As eternal as silence is sincere.

A sphinx pressed against the sky,
Is as pure as an angel’s virginity.
The words of a poet articulates sound
Nor tears, nor laughter prohibits meaning.

Poets who speak wisely with conceit,
Interpret words beyond reason.
To consume the hour with extensive study;
Is admired for its esthetic beauty.

Poetry, the mirror image of perfection:
Meaningful text, burn words internally!

— Angela Khristin Brown "

― , Poetry Collection