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Models of Old

I nurse a dream of being a poet Writing like Frosts, Shakespeares and Poes Yet each glance at old works of poets Sees my tall dream standing on its toe Reading the lines so old and new I marvel at arts which sweet words paint How so subtle their sharp curves hue Fair etiquettes on a soulful chant I stand before the picture of my dream Watching its shadow meet the face of the sun With sparkles and glitters in streams Words of old have my dream reborn

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/30/2024 1:29:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.