A poet, weaver of word patterns,
A painter be that to rainbows turns,
Nature would not him fail
His palette if turns pale,
Who, more than money, big laurels earns.
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Reflections | 06.06.08 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful Limerick on poet is amazingly shared. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you dear poet for visiting, as again an old poem of 2008.