I learn sometimes in my sleep when I wink,
Or when I stand tall, suppressing only some of my thoughts.
To sit is learned; affected by love the soul weeps,
Fasting will occur as the soul weeps further.
My learning collapses when I am drunk
From liqueurs so sweet;
Or when I am drunk from the words I choose
The sweet wine of heaven seems to cascade.
On my head is a spell of magic
Taken from the arms of a priest so logical
In the way of his denomination.
I learn so well from him,
Rather than from wine or words of plain speech.
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Obviously, you got a great talent, and with this well penned piece, you shown me for the first time and the entire world one more time, what you really got, talent...keep it up! I hope you have the chance to readk my newest poem posted titled: 'AN ANGEL AND A VIOLIN', for your poem,10+++