A Poet's Aim, A Poet's Dream - Poem by Maia Padua
Anybody can be a poet;
'Let do hands write what hearts exclaim,
Neither for money nor for fame;
Not on ember words that would start a flame,
but for love that will touch hearts of men,
Or words that eases pain.
Let do mind, think of something to endure,
and fill the world with hope and love so pure;
Let our pens cry with endless love,
To let love shines even behind the clouds;
And help peace flies as free as a lovely dove.
A poet by heart, a poet by name...a poet's dream...'
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