And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more.
Poetry is the wailing of a broken heart__he etched sorrows of despairing souls. _These artful words are an exclamation in rare colors expressed noiselessly on parchment. _Poetry is the unheard cry of a flower, wilting. _It is a humble, lucent tear shed with meaning. _It is the lovely portrayal of ugliness and the bitter edge of sweet. _Poetry speaks to the spirit by piercing understanding. It interprets all senseless truths__eauty, love, emotion__nto sensible scrawl. _Poetry is vague affirmation and bewildering clarification. Like the most poignant of emotions, we understand the essence but cannot adequately do it verbal justice, crippled by inherently weak tongues._ A spiritual soothsayer, poetry is the closest thing to expression of feelings unutterable.
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Poetry is the wailing of a broken heart__he etched sorrows of despairing souls. _These artful words are an exclamation in rare colors expressed noiselessly on parchment. _Poetry is the unheard cry of a flower, wilting. _It is a humble, lucent tear shed with meaning. _It is the lovely portrayal of ugliness and the bitter edge of sweet. _Poetry speaks to the spirit by piercing understanding. It interprets all senseless truths__eauty, love, emotion__nto sensible scrawl. _Poetry is vague affirmation and bewildering clarification. Like the most poignant of emotions, we understand the essence but cannot adequately do it verbal justice, crippled by inherently weak tongues._ A spiritual soothsayer, poetry is the closest thing to expression of feelings unutterable.
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