Why do I love my family of poets?
Why do I hunger in their absence?
Why do I get transformed, wither
To a corridor zone of lovely essence
Whenever reunited in their presence
What ingredients help structure them?
Into such delicate sweetener, so ravishing
That makes my heart drool as during dialyses
Keen to smooch what next alluring libretto
In a row streaming down to slake my taste
All of which builds in my mind, the wondering;
Do I also am able to string so pleasing words;
Do I am able to design ornamental repertoire
Such pleasurable pictures the heart misses a bit;
And like my family cultivate gasp culture raptures.
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family of poets, thanks, I also feel hunger in their absence. good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.