What is a Poet?
A pampered child?
A soft spoken butterfly?
That has no guide,
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They met across the river,
In the land of Faraway,
And they loved each other deeply,
More than anyone could say.
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Oh Destiny!
In what, cruel, cavernous, dark hole,
Do you Hide?
Waiting to pounce on those,
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Those who think deep,
Shall reap,
The best crops of the Earth,
The best nectar of Life,
...
As Sadness reigns forevermore,
There's no one knocking at my door,
Oh Solitude greatest of pains,
You swallow tears and all in vain,
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Poets communicate?
Sure they do,
Thru rhyme and reason,
In any season,
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Poetry,
Poets are writing
Writing and feeling
Feeling and writing
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Pale and White,
With innocence
And fear,
The White Rose
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