So i took advantage of the opportunity to get cozy with a book of poetry and a hot drink. I am realizing now that I am out of school that I actually like poetry and can appreciate it. There's something about school that takes the joy out of everything. I remember picking apart poems and short stories in lit classes and wondering why on earth I had to know this. Why does it matter what the poet was thinking or trying to get at?
Yet somehow, amazingly I sit here today looking at these works and actually enjoying them. I enjoy the symbolism, the use of language to describe something so simple in a way that makes you see it in a different light and takes your breath away.
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