When I overheard someone says that Shihab Nye would be coming during announcements, I did not know what to expect. I loved reading Mint Snowball, and even though that was the only narrative I read written by Shihab, I already thought that she was a great writer. Before I knew it, Shihab Nye had started reading various poems. The poems had minds of their own. Every poem took me to a different world. Next, they sucked me into listening and getting lost in words. I never knew that a song could captivate a human in that way. Each poem was better than the last. Soon I felt and saw the world of poetry. Shihab Nye had shown me the wonders of a poem.
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