Poets are vision grained souls,
From earth to heaven their empathy rolls,
The tinged-glow of godly divine,
In their fore-head ever shines.
A bridge between finite and infinite,
Focuses from their satellite's lines.
Love they harvest as divine sparks,
A poet! beware beware, A poet! hark!
Imagination’s boats from the colossal unconscious,
Nourish their lands, with ultimate reality’s touch.
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