The Poet

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poet

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The poet sits down solemnly looking up the dark sky…

Enjoying the goodness of the universe…

And the twinkling stars beautify the sky…

And the moon smiles to the earth charmfully…

  Like a virgin who is flirting…

Its innocence face cool off souls…

As if the poet was forced to immediately play on words…

   Spilling the passionate soul on the ground…

Right here…

He devotes the poem of life…

Carving civilization fulfilled with intrigue and conspiracy…

Lacing history of his developing feelings…

O, he even wanted to get lost in a jungle of romance mood…

Collecting the mosaic of experiences and knowledge…

Evoking memories of burying love…

Cook it in a pot of inspiration…

He ponders and keep writing…

Play on words as a poet…

Deceitful… in the silence of the dream land…

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(Nature, Poet, Mood, and Thoughts: Kamang, December 16th, 2012)

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