Monday, September 3, 2007

In Praise of a Poet-Old is Gold

You say what you have to say
In a single line of a poem
A thought so bold
Poetry is releasing the spirit
From the flesh
Old is Gold
In praise of a poet
No bars withhold
A memorable moment
Of time pages of a newspaper
As a thought unfolds
No hatredness in your words
No regret no malice
Just you your poetry
Solitude silence breathing
Blow hot blow cold

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