The Mind Of A Poet
The mind of a poet never seems to rest, For it is always questioning it’s own existence. Spending countless night searching for God, And every day looking to decipher The prophecies of the universe. The mind of a poet is restless, For the thoughts that flood the mind Gives way to insomnia. It will sit as a never setting moon Never to halt the light of the sun, So in the night It can illuminate an ocean of ideas. The […]
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