The Poet Within
The poet sings within the heart of me
And I respond with ears a-listening
She sings a song of all reality
That comes from days gone by and other things
Of which I only feel the truth that be
Within the words I write, remembering
And yet I cannot know for sure, or see
From where the essence flows, like bells that ring.
The poet sings and I respond to her
For beauty is too fine a thing to shun
I listen to the harmony of love
And dancing there I flow to twist and turns
As the music flows, I repose to hear
And write upon some line the fact or pun.
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