They call me,
The ‘poet of creativity',
When these words I hear,
My heart dances like the air!
I feel grateful then,
Faster runs my pen,
On the paper forming words,
That my heart lovingly affords!
Love and respect they give!
In my creation I live.
- Poe'ten'ry [Poems of Ten Lines]
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