Poetic Realm
Poets dwell in a realm beyond,
Beyond time,beyond thought,
A realm of inspiration,
Only accessed through imagination.
Like stars we shine eternally,untampered by dominions,
Like rains we ceaselessly fall,without seasons,
Like invisible wheels,
We spin infinitely,through creation,
Weaving nests of knowledge
In silence we put pen to paper,
Painting images through words,
Crafting words that penetrate every heart,
Sounding prophecies that unfold.
We are yet the wind being a ghost,
Timeless beings of the sun.
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