Life without Art,
Is like a kettle, with no spout,
You’ve never been able,
To fully feel it,
Or pour it out.
How lucky are those!
Who are hit,
By the creative dart,
Life, heart and art!
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I put my faith in Poetry,
I know that she is purity,Feelings reject obscurity,I put my love in Poetry,She’s never disappointed me.
Completely uninspired,
Could it be that I’ve acquired,The syndrome of ‘I don’t care’,And have nothing more to say?
Beautiful River,
In present world of anxietyYou flow, you calm,You flower, Peace,You speak of Love,And pain you easeOf lonely hearts,Blessings don’t cease,Beautiful watersWho can resist,The deep felt callingOf your mysterious mist.Beautiful River,Dear Poetry,Please flow forever,In sanctity,Cleansing the souls,Opening minds,Leaving all hate,Far, far behind,Inspiring,The best in us,A friend to have,From dawn to dusk.
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