Make not dull my senses in
Murky clouds of pretense,
But permit my ideals to dance
On drops of daylight until in
...
Poetry is the soul's attempt to enhance the rhythm
of all that is flesh.
It characterizes the accent of reoccurring patterns that
would otherwise damn self and dignifies the imagination.
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Make not dull my senses in
Murky clouds of pretense,
But permit my ideals to dance
On drops of daylight until in
Their season they blossom full
And Beautiful.