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Life in Poetry, Prose and Pictures


Where would the mind be,

if not in poetry,

when on a search for a soul it goes?

Why would it walk on lettered paths,

that bear no resemblance to art?

No melody beneath their folds,

no charm in their beings,

no warmth in their hearts?

For poetry is but art.

And I am only here to start.

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