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The poet’s sweet feat is the feeling

 
I’ve walked a thousand miles linking the sequence
of my feet, with disturbance all around me
I wondered if there was any poetry left in the world.

Such as a caterpillar that searches for the long sleep
too beautiful to dream in the eloquence of words,
a soul such as this sets itself free in knowing an unknown.
Written by Pishashee
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