What is the poem? Is it just the dance of words, Dancing in the tune of Unspoken letters? Or is it a train Of beautiful sentences Rolling off smoother than A pebble down a hilly terrain? Is it the collection Of something new, familiar, Unknown snapshots of Stages of your life Still to be completed? Or maybe it is the serene wall Protecting fragility Standing tall with soothing scars, Still undefeated. ~~gingerbread