With a tinge of French or whatever that makes that language divinely sexy.
It is the imagination of a child,
Manifested in the form of an adults perspective.
Is saying simple things with many words,
A piece of art with many shades of one hue.
It is easy yet so intricate it is difficult to swallow,
Beautiful yet surreal and distasteful.
It is lightning that strikes the soul,
With thunder that screams meaning.
It's like singing but there is no rhythm,
A heartbeat that is soon going flat.
What is poetry?
This is.
