Poetry

Poetry!
It's part of me;
my words are not the same, you'll see.
The rainbow lying down the hill;
the rain in colours, and until,
I will become just wind and dust,
will always be a "must".

The words;
are shinny swords;
vibrating diamond chords,
and we are knights in silky armours,
we paint with words called rumours.
a chorus sing a ditty song:
the place where I belong!

The light ;
speaks bright;
has all the mighty plentiful right ,
to bound between the dark and green,
an inner vivid world and I am in.
No matter what they tell ,
this is my heaven and my hell!