In the Land of the Poets
Poets comes from places
where the bridges
are made of memories,
and the words come out
to rain elsewhere ...
In this place the angels in
rainbow dresses, are
slices of heaven ...
In this place, in the kingdom
called poetry ... silence
of words dissolves
any anguish, and emulates
all joyfulness ... and all
days fresh poetry made
of dreams and memories
appears ...
and the poet of that land
collects and with them
cements his
life...!
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