Thoughts of a Poet

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On restless winds

words of a poet reside,

unchartered,

gathering broken dreams.

.

Suddenly, fleetingly,

words grow like mystic

fire,

my muse sways with the

motion of the universe,



and all becomes quiet and serene.

Still, my mind is restless;

thoughts pour forth in

rapid fire.



and I write.

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