some poems take leave from the page
to dance down the alley of hearts
between each beat a metaphor
to carry them to places where
sometimes the sun is seen as a god
and the moon a princess and
the poet their mouth in the universe
i hope they stay there and make
a heaven out of the mundane and smiles
from the faces of the deprived
like some faraway seeds that have
flown from hundreds of miles to find
root on an idle land and in time to come
to blossom away and cheer up the hearts
of all around or birds from the north that
take leave to find a place of warmth
in the tropics, mate and roost
and fly home to the new season
with their new ones to warm
and cheer up everyone
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