My Soul

A poet, but a singer
Of the dream
A writer, lyricist;
A passionate artist
Of my themes,
From the heart
Him quiet like a nun.
The beat, I sing
Is conventional art
Of the years
Oncoming, far and near.
A poet, but in love
A weaver, with the Lyre
He charges to the air!

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