Poet's making
All poets are true, I believe.
They have felt,
They made their hearts at one with the moment.
They made themselves vulnerable
Made moments their teachers.
They learnt with their hearts.
Miniscule nano seconds
They watch it pass
Eyes and heart at one.
Gave life with words
Gave form to rise
Breathing immortality.
A poet's making
Not grand at sight.
In the world of poetry
Like Phoenix they rise.
Rebirth at each written words
The Poet is always in the making!
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