Saturday, April 2, 2016

The Poet


Like water to a fish,
     The poet breathes in silence.
Like air to an eagle,
     The poet soars in seclusion.

Like sun to the flower,
     Ideas energize his soul.
Like soil to the tree,
     Principles anchor her life.

So, in an ethereal world of thought,
     where time has no meaning,
     and where the focus is on possibilities,
The poet flourishes.

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