Poets,
Busy little ants,
Working hard,
Swiftly,
Running around
In all directions
Trying to find crumbs,
Little words
To put together
Trying, to give
Life and Poetry
It's dignity
And precious,
Chant,
Regardless,
Of bad weather.
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Setting aside the treasure of poetry as long as we are strong. We can never do it in the twilight zone... You are wise like little ant, dear Ma’am Sandra....10+++