Treasure Island

Altair Laahad


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His Pen(is) of a Poet

His pen(is) erect as a Tower
It comes bursting out at times unsolicited by the mind
and brings the entrails of muse into display
It searches inspiration flirting the flower on a hill of venus
or the pink rose of a poetess in full inspiration
It roars as it slides patiently through the garden
of words of verse or prose
like a snake homeless roaming the hills
prowling for a prey or a hole to sleep and dream

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