Who decides?
Every time I think I've found the answer
New questions arrive
Is it a series of syncopated rhymes, an observation and dissertation of a particular mind, or is it deep, so deep I can't understand it so I feel inferior, so coded one must decrypt it
Or is it music made with words only
Where the heart and emotions tell the story
What is poetry
And how can I tell if there's a poet in me?
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