"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."
Robert Frost
“Honoring the Poet” So little time To make words fly. Our time on earth To speak our words. Blessed is the man Who makes birds fly. Blessed is the woman Who makes men cry. So little time To speak our minds. So little time To make words fly.
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