Mystical Word

Mystical Word
     
'M a man of dust and water    
     
I live between sea and shore    
     
I face waves as they spatter    
     
And keep the earth in my core    
     
     
I am a Mediterranean stroller    
     
I saw the Greeks built their dome    
     
And the Romans strong conquerors    
     
Destroyed thick and thin in Rome      
     
     
     
Haunted by aching Nature's fever    
     
I roam hills, watch mountain scapes    
     
With morning rush into deep forest    
     
When misty sylvan spirits, awake    
     
     
     
I befriend the wind and the rain    
     
The dark and the morning light    
     
I read the trees when they shed    
     
On their leaves, my poetry, i write    
     
     
This is the poet i am, i live    
     
I think, i feel, i weigh my word    
     
And give free wisdom to humans    
     
I am eternal, when i leave a " Word "
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