You are around, the word web you have traps.
Sheer, snow capped mountains to deep seas everything's covered under your flaps.
Metaphors clung onto
your story hit me hard with rhymes.
Cries get lost in your personified wilderness, melodies revive with chimes.
Smilies tucked in your rare verses
get onerous to perceive.
I feel your lost imagery since
your poet asked me to retrieve.
You are a poem which
grows more beautiful everytime I read it.
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