No praise is deep enough,
We owe them all of our Respect,
Deep Gratitude and Love.
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An outstretched hand,
What better giftFor loneliness, to close.
What a great pleasure,
It opens your mind,And in your heart can beam,A shining light,A lesson learned,A beauty seen,To be and not to seem,Even today, great Poetry is,The right of words to dream.
Only, the Artist wins,
For in his continual quest,Against all human sins,He creates beauty immortal,Light Eternal, in his search,For perfect communication,And vanquishes Time,But beware, Artistic Soul,So many more battles lie ahead,So many more battles, yet to win.
What is Age?
And for the Mind?Something you don’t want to face,Something you don’t want to find.
It is for those,
And understand,How poetry flowsThat its wordsAre openly, written,For thoseThat thinkWith a loving heart,Because poetic feelingsShouldn’t be hiddenThey must come to lifeAnd be life giving.
The satisfaction
In writing,A poemCannot be acquiredOr merely desired,It surpassesAll typesOf Emotions,It’s likeBeing born again,From and withLove,Full of devotion.