A Simple Word For a Great Mind, Poet
Poets maybe extravagant
Not of money but with words
In a minute they can say thousands word flagrant
But nobody can just understand their world
For poets speak of humour, of pun, and others in instant
With so much, no one can see what their mind wore
To them words are just words and no more
With meanings which is hidden or obvious
Poets may be drastic, filled with horror, cool, or more with their talents in store
But who knows what they go through and why their mind is torn
Poets say words and words and structures morphemes in thousands multiple turns
They praise, disgrace, say and frame and do many more worse
Copyright © White Sage | Year Posted 2015
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