My imagination rode on
the wings of poesy--
My singing heart joined
it with songs cozy....
The sun on your part,
is brighter now-
Do you know, the poet
awaits you, stranger though,
but feels an urge,
to make you all to gain,
his creation, which came
from love, from hate, from pain?
Who am I without you all?
If my mind weeps and aches,
who will care to give it
balmy rest if it breaks?
In the dark part of earth,
I'm writing poem with
strain and pain, with hope,
rising you welcome this wreath!
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Every creative artist longs to see his/her creation taken note of and appreciated by others. It is a genuine desire common to all. But don't feel discouraged, continue to do your part with zest! The sure out come is self satisfaction! A good write!