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A Poet
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Two He floats around with open eyes
The future is foretold in his hands
He works around everything
And mingles easily with anyone
Who stands still to hear his pleas
He talks of lands beyond the sunrise
And captivates passerby with his stride
With a wave of his hand
He could bring a world to crumble and crash down
He walks above the moon
He tells me of what I will be
He is planted firm as stone and does not waver
Waver like many waver endlessly
He kisses the clouds each day
And rests with the night
He creates the images in my head
As I dance along with his words
He raps me around his little finger
And if he wants to feel tortured
I'm there too
Tortured and pleading for more
Who is this????? I don't need to know, if you don't want to tell me. This is one of the better poems i've seen from you in terms of structure and flow of thought.
this was beautiful!