A Poem
A poem is not an effort by a tight-lipped genius
Gripped by the setting failure's fears,
Or the penning of those furious about defeat,
Who are not under the grip of it;
It's the flower of a gracious soul unseen,
An idyllic utopia that has never been;
The splendor of a life unperceived,
And the thought of faiths unbelieved!
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