Poetic mind is
The great blessing,
Only a poet lives with it
In perfect peace and bliss.
The poet soars high in the air
With his powerful wings of poesy,
Nothing can destroy his refined and divine rhythm,
Truly speaking all other things retreat,
Only the poetic mind wins with flying colours.
Beautiful poem dear poet... Nothing can destroy his refined and divine rhythm, Truly speaking all other things retreat, Only the poetic mind wins with flying colours. Dear poet....
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Wonderful write. Inspirational. Great pen.