The Poet
The poet's heart bleeds velvet words through the tip of a pen,
and with that painful ink paints portraits in the minds of men:
Emotions and thoughts like calligraphy
on pages of handmade paper;
converting the rhythms of mundane life
and its sorrows
into a beautiful song.
From the lonely contemplation
and the grief of the bard---
of one whose mind and heart are deep and whose experience of life is hard---
we enjoy the sweet, cathartic cordial of another's tears and longings,
in which we taste our own.
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