Poetry; A thriving river within my soul.

Poetry flows within me as it is among men of words and tastes so profound. It has no limits or rules. A boundless field it is to the minds and souls so creative.
Alas! by intuition this virtue thrives in the souls of men and women who by their careful and witty selection of words have their works so beautifully defined.
It’s no wonder I wade in it its streams. Am no wallower in the depths ashallow.
My knees and torso fully deeped, I yern for a time that’ll be fully ermersed in this Paradise.


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