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A Poet’s Pen speaks of PoetrySpoken under the Moonlight of scattered NightsWriting cascading emotions of depths and reverieFelt by countless Stars and the Endless Sands of TimeThey are of Words of Absolute TruthAn Enigma of echoing thoughtswith the passion of Smiles and TearsA puzzle in pieces of Lifeyet to be unraveled by untainted Eyesand Souls of beating a True HeartThey are of Verses and DramasA hanging Light within the boundsof Magic and Reality... of Dragons and FiresForever floating like drifting mistcarried by the everyday Windnever touching the Mind of the stagnant StreamThey are of Tides of the Setting SunRising and falling with Man and the MoonThey speak of Sunrise of a New Dawnaging like the Sage, with the Wisdom of the CroneAnd Tonight…A Poetry speaks when a Poet pensBeyond the Night of scattered LightsIn the Time of a burning Candle…the Setting of the Dusk of the Sunwill cast light upon the Shadows of Truth and Dramas...
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