Pray tell me, what is poetry?
if not a space that is gentle, free;
Free from rancour, free from spite,
A space where we can safely write;
of thoughts and dreams and solitude,
in gentle, serene quietude;
A space to be our own sweet selves,
(free from goblins and from elves!)
A space to pause and softy ponder,
A space where thoughts can safely wander.
A space where hearts freely express,
A space where souls safely confess.
Would you guard this sacred space,
with patience, honnour and with grace?
Would you strive to use your might,
to write and write and write and write!
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