The heart is oft in clouds wrapped
When the visions do not the whole apparent see
The man of essence and learning
Is oft into thoughts pulled be
To lull his reason questioning
With his mind busy alternatives searching
Human we are and human remain
Sensitive to the core
Waves of imaginations
Poets for sure in the inner score
Light thousands of candles
In the sands of time in heart castles...
White light into colours elegant split
The waves of light on poetic prism angles
The soft romantic heart, no wit to rankle
Sweeps the brush of poesy gracefully from tangles
And adds gentle warmth to the air prevalent
The perception sensitive with love equivalent
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
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