Poetry
Hidden in the midst of lustre eyes,
Craving to be labelled and disentangled,
Such a noble deed and enterprise
Can only by a poet's hand, be mantled.
With a papyrus and a quill
In delight, he basks in poetry.
Such feeling that stirs the soul to squeal
As with shaky hand, babbles away in ecstasy.
© Temajung Michael T.
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