Writer’s corner, a writer’s dream,
Stories and poems roam around in peace,
Waiting for someone to find them alive,
The magic of poetry still sweeps the time.

It’s the magic that fills the human mind,
It’s easy to find, never care about the time,
The way it goes up and reaches the sky,
You have to dream high to see it with your eyes.

But who came up with poetry first?
Who made them rhyming in words?
Who came up with stories false?
Well, that’s a mystery to be solved.

Meriam Joseph

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