Poets are flowers that never fade,
Their words are sunshine, their dreams are made.
They paint the world with colours bright,
And turn our darkness into light.
Their hearts are rivers, flowing free,
Their souls embrace eternity.
In every verse, a hope is born,
A gentle smile, a brand-new dawn.
They sing of love, they speak of pain,
They find the rainbow after rain.
Their words can heal, their thoughts can fly,
Like shining stars across the sky.
Though years may pass and seasons change,
A poet's words remain untamed.
Their bodies fade, but words survive,
In every heart, their dreams stay alive.
For poets are joy that never ends,
A timeless gift, a world of friends.
Through every age, their lights will glow,
For poets are eternal joy, and their words forever flow. 🌹
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