My Favourite Poems

The Lectern's Rise

They rhyme, are positive
Lights; they inform.
They love a soul,
Scholar brains, they teach
And heal the hurt
Pulse throbbing till thee be
Out from thy hospital pains and feeling,
The inner being hasten up, down beating.
What are thee baby? My only mortal
Song in my veins toiling since
Thee have begun,
Thy victor won!

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