In words that dance, a poet's grace,
A laureate's soul finds its embrace.
With verses vivid, tales unfurled,
They paint emotions, a world advanced.
Their quill, a wand of rhythmic might,
Crafts symphonies in darkest night.
From heart to ink, the journey's grand,
They wield a pen as magic wand.
They capture dreams in vivid hue,
Reflecting life in every view.
With language as their chosen art,
They touch the core of every heart.
A laureate's essence, pure and deep,
In every line, their secrets keep.
Through verses bold, their voices soar,
A legacy that time adores.
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