You rose, leaving aside his wary thoughts!
To teach me to dream, Oh Master-
Filling my vessels with worth invisible,
And dashed hopes rekindle, with thunder.
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This poem is written in heightened language. A lovely piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and keep it up.
For whom does the wind sing, in tune? Oh Master! Songs of his heart resounding In hamlets, fields lonely adventure- firm Youthful lyrics, longing- generations passing. Like fire pillar has no end height of poetry can not be touched. but peak of your poem is high upto some extent. keep writing.