Poet-castle
Or contests with their prize.
The only my believing
Is Thruth and dreams in mind.
They are so fantastic,
So full of perfect bliss,
That there're no prizes
Which could have reached my dreams.
There is just one external
Reward which I will mind:
When someone writes a poem
And says that I inspire.
I'm like a castle, poet,
when I let you inside,
Then any faithful lodger
I value very much!
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