[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding the world inside his head to the one that surrounded him, words the fiery chain that bound it all together.

Elizabeth Hand
[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding...
[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding...
[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding...
[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding...
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Poetry is a beautiful thing. Poems come to life when you read them aloud and the words take on a life of their own. Poetry is something that can be enjoyed by both children and adults alike. Poetry is so much more than just words moving on the page.

It can be an expression of feelings, thoughts, and emotions that are felt but not always expressed. Poetry brings us together as people who share the same love for words.

Source: Radiant Days

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