I must return
Repentant
To the Poet Seer who long ago
Brought that inspired warmth
In my red heart
And then
For then
The parched throat
Began to sing
The blank mind
To think
The lyre hoarse
Became as sweet
And versified.
So
So
I must return
Repentant
To the Poet Seer who long ago
Brought that inspired warmth
In my red heart
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