Dear Poet's,
Your words, like gentle rain,
Have nourished seeds I've sown in pain.
Your insights, kind and wise, have shown,
A path where once, I walked alone.
With every line, your voices blend,
To lift my verses, help them mend.
For every thought, and every note,
I thank you from the depths I wrote.
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