Poets are strange
Creatures,
Half Dreamers
Half Preachers
Essentially loving
What they do,
No one can touch
Or change
Their individuality
Or their search for Truth,
Heart-felt qualities
Are their poetic proofs.
A poet is,
Because it’s in the blood,
What they’ve got,
Deeply embedded in the Soul
Poetry, a Poet blessed,
Love and bliss,
As long as they exist.
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