I know no meter I know no feet
I just wait for my heart to tweet
I just know where my heart links
At the meeting point, my pen inks
My heart with all beauties glows
Machiavellian intervention, it slows
Diction simple, I don't twist words
I am the lover of hummingbirds
In higher echelons, I don't soar
What I say comes from heart core
Of all embellishments I am devoid
I know not how people feel annoyed
I know not, I write poetry or prose
Drooping clusters of musky rose
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