Dedication to all Poets.
The poet to be uneasy,
To battle to him it is useless,
He, a word to sting is ready,
Feather to plunge into the world
Poor and close.
That the person will not understand never
The poet will draw words.
He is given birth by a muse under the moon young
With her sad eyes.
And he writes alien lines for a long time,
Not falling asleep at the nights.
To that anybody will not learn,
The poet will learn verses.
Dedication to all Poets
© Copyright: Карина Ангельская, 2006
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