The wealth of imagination,
The love for people of every nation,
Humanity’s elevation.
Born from the wind of inspiration,
Their poetry carries sensations,
Feeling that Life is so precious
A miraculous flower, it is,
To be blessed and respected,
With all the Love that exists.
Once a poet, always a poet,
For they dream like nobody else,
Of cream covered mountains,
Of oceans of Freedom,
Of Love gushing fountains,
Of verse over reason.

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