Born and Bred of Words
Every word
is the ethereal horse
of fantasy...
I ride them with tender folly
to attract poetry...
And so attracted
i inhabit the blissfulness of life
with sad joy, bitter contentment
but with joyful lightness,
sans agony!
By thus living and feeling
I explode poet!
In holy euphoria...!
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