Dead Poet Society Poem by Yoni Dvorkis
Dead Poet Society
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Is it painful to express your art,
or is it artful to express your pain?
Does the torment carry the weight of a thousand suns?
When the love of words slowly but surely drains.
As the mind repents, the poetry departs.
Poets gaze warily across the land.
But it's ok; I know now all is one,
and I was never here as I was never damned.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
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4/19/2024 9:27:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
beautiful thoughtful lines, yr lucky if the words drain, some plague: -)