Poetry is what I cannot reach,
I cannot touch, I cannot see.
An apple on a tree
The power of a touch.
What holds the earth and holds it still
What breeds the teeth of an infant boy
What sings the rhymes of poetry
What's known as love, what's known as joy.
Poetry
Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
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Poem topics: joy, power, tree, earth, apple, reach, love, poetry, I love you, touch, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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