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:: Poems: The Poet (Philosophy)
 

Blankly he picked his pen

To serve his repute

And through came the words

While he sat mute

 

Yet another verse

Full of vigor

Holding a message

For its admirer

 

When done, he stared

At his own creation 

Wondering if it was

What he sought to mention

 

Ears greeted the praises

Yet heart remained still

He knew it was not him

But the Divine Will 




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