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My favourite poet
By Inga Piotrowska

You say poetry is impenetrable,

reserved only for the few

but you write poems so beautifully

with your smiles


poetry moves and inspires

when you kiss me for goodnight

a wrinkled bud blooms inside me

beautifully delicate growth


your breaths like couplets

rhymes evolving behind your eyelids

euphonious sighs

metaphorical touch


you say poetry is impenetrable

yet when I smell your skin

the last stanza is always clear



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