Dreamers, musicians, painters, all,
In fresh words, poets they stand tall.
Like lovers or madmen, they dare to dream,
In imagination's realm, they gleam.
With power vast, they weave and spin,
Worlds where they reign, joy and sorrow akin.
A poet, a genius, with vision so clear,
Sees all details, far and near.
Emotion, imagination, intellect combined,
In a poet's heart, they're perfectly aligned.
Lonely or joyous, happy or sad,
Their words are poetry, both serene and mad.
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