Not so!
It is the incense
Of the poet’s Soul
His breath of Life
His All,
Writing Poetry
Is a religious call,
A vocation,
‘Par Amour’
Out of Love
And Love, alone
A dedication, all its own
A cultivated flower that
You own,
Life’s discovery
Tone by tone
And if it stays with you
Poet!
The greatest treasure
You’ll ever own.

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