Do not think the poet lonely
never is he.
His days aren't always bright
and sunny.
The pitter-patter of his heels test the earth
like gentle knocks on a maiden's door
open! They say,
let me in
into the rare fleeting moments
that for flowing. painful.
joyfully thoughtful verse
Ah!, the eerie lyric of sundown
the melody of salutations
Why do ye call the poet lonely?
when he is one with all
a maverick
nature's awe
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