Poetic Slave
A poetic
slave
uses
his mind in a verse, of unfamiliar
sound
No one
but his fictitious reader steps in
to understand the will
of
his hand
I can
feel
his poetry, as autumn’s leaves fall
into
the ground
Crackling
in
great silence, yet the city blooms
awesomely; and
everyone smells a future
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