They dream like no one else,
Communicating, spiritual wealth,
The wealth of imagination,
The love for people of every nation,
Humanity's elevation.
Born from the wind of inspiration,
Their poetry carries sensations,
Feeling that Life is so precious
A miraculous flower, it is,
To be blessed and respected,
With all the Love that exists.
Once a poet, always a poet,
For they dream like nobody else,
Of cream covered mountains,
Of oceans of Freedom,
Of Love gushing fountains,
Of verse over reason.
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