A Poet

The heart of a poet

Cries out in anguish

For the sweet summer rain

And the silky winds of autumn

 

The blinding light of a thousand stars

Pales but in comparison to the 

beauty of a mid winters dance

 

As the mild dew of the morning sun 

Rise beyond the majesty of the mountains

The calm of the unsettling spring breeze 

Brings forth the dream of the poet

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