Then we try to analyze,
What is stupid, What is wise.
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The immensity of Solitude
Just as Love,Cannot be enough,Treasured.
Poetry,
You love it madlyOr not at all.It’s like beingForever, enamored,With Life’s Song,That you carryForever.In the innermostPart of your Soul.
Like on a stem,
First it’s a bud,Then the heart showers,Breaks into feelings,Words build like towers,That shake your mind,And then devour,Feelings, that make,A poem flower.
Penguins and Pandas,
To make the World, perfectHappy and Sweet,Black and White colors,An Adorable sight,Penguins and Pandas,An eyeful Delight!Adorable Always,A joy you can see,Wish I had Some,That belonged just to me!
What is a Poet?
The Soul of all language,A Birth newly found,A Sea of expression,Unleashed, without bound.Within Human madness,A Poet is Love,That mourns now and always,The death of a Dove.
Forest deep and Forest true,
Not you,They sustain the whole of Life,Silent beauty, language free,Giving life to all we see,Best friends of humanity.