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Poetry is not a structure
Not a mind proposal or brain design
Has no angles no corners no lines
No building blocks or cement to hold
Cannot be forged or made to order
Neither produced on a magic board
Nor constructed by thinking more
Organically flows from a different realm
Chasing footsteps of fairies unseen
With butterflies it floats serene
Grips, throbs, sways and blows
Leaving a tail of stardust behind
Sometimes like a river
Quietly runs within your veins
As it matures a barrage burst out
Madly gushes through your soul
Lightening, thunder and a waterfall
Sometimes like a tree
A seed so small no one can see
Slowly digs roots deep down below
Calmly rises above the ground
As time goes by soaring it stands
Sometimes like a flower
Wild ethereal subtle refined
Not of this world but Heavens above
An angel’s whisper graceful sublime
Tickles your heart with balsam divine
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Poetry for Palestine 
your poems are wildflowers only a wildflower herself can seed and disperse
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