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Forever Poet

I'm the poet who owns        
the native woods wild,        
I own the silence and        
the nightingale’s smile,      
       
I own the mystic        
that eternities sleep,      
the druid stones        
in dreams that I keep      
       
the towers held-up      
to zenith high     
in reality that split  
the atom wide,    
       
I own the winds that        
gave their name,      
that explains the air      
of the furious grain,      
       
I am the poet,        
in love that came,        
I own the poet,        
I am the pain;      
       
a passion that burns        
through emptied bones,        
that will forever        
walk the world alone.
Written by Pishashee
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