See that which has neither form nor face
Enrich your mind with an eternal grace
Fulfill the many dreams that you chase
For in its embrace you will find your place
Hear the voice that makes no sound
Its where much wisdom can be found
An essence of knowledge so profound
It uplifts ones spirit from the ground
Touch that which has neither body nor skin
Stir the power that resides in within
With a will to battle and hopes to win
For glory is truly its closest of kin
Smell great wisdom untraceable scent
Like phases of the moon, full to crescent
That passed down from ancient descent
It is worth so much yet costs no cent
Finally feel the sea wave of emotions
Surf the ever changing tidal motions
Flowing with passion at great proportions
Flood your heart with sweet poetic potions
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Truly dear Bernard Owor Sir, the art of writing poetry is indeed a sixth sense, something that ignites from within, and stokes the fires of the passion for coining mesmerizing and captivating lines, lines that paint love with vivid colours, lines that inspire, encourage, motivate, mystical lines that seek the truth, and lines that look at life from a multitude of angles.