How can the words of power and poetry
Be among the literate and dismayed?
Leadership carries its own fatherhood,
When flowers cause poetry to bloom
Like the here and now of the senses.
Your socks and feet feel emotions,
The house you felt in the past is strong,
So words and powers are like poets,
The open grounds feed the country
That is united among the very magnets of distress.
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