Great Poetry,
Pure Poetry,
The One written by the soul
Where every word,
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A World
Where dreams don't shatter
And goodness goes ahead,
Where Lies are not what matter,
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Dust,
Doesn't always stay
In the Dust Bin,
We humans fabricate it too,
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Because poets can dream
The moon is made of lace
Sea of discovery,
The world of fantasy
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Miss Poetry,
So old and yet so young!
Not temporary idolatry,
For those who have
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Man is such a fool,
Falling for
All Lies and Propaganda,
Plus the useless Sermons,
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They're few loyalties in Life
Here today,
But tomorrow's interests,
Change their way,
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When the Poet's soul is moved,
Nothing can stop it!
It gushes forth,
Obedient, to no rule,
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My whole day is spent in Poetry
Reading, writing
Rhymes that come and go,
Mysteriously,
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I write my soul away
It makes me pass the day
In loneliness,
Time's penitence,
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