Poetry Sickness
I have been inflicted by it for forty years,
enchanted, captivated
and I cannot get liberated.
Metaphors enrich my language,
as leverage empowers my hand,
by them new things are coming to my brain.
Rhythm and rhyme are dancing
on the precipice of thoughts
with sunlight are painting
picturesque landscapes
of imaginary and real worlds -
allegories of presumable animals and lords.
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