Dew
Might all get a name
I get space to sigh
A shine of your smile
A love of your eye
A thing for me to live
A thing for me to die
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All about poetry that is an art, a unique form of literature from classic to modern, high to gentle, expression to feelings, flow to thought delicacy to life, rhythm to the music, vastness to ideas, layers to cosmos, waves to sea, light to stars, intuition to spirit, prophetic to revelation, ways to search, sublimity to the soul, nobility to ideas, spark to darkness, drops to rain, softness to flowers, a song to gallant, colours today, truthfulness tonight, above of all last to study.
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