The spirit of a poet never lets go of the flame
shaping, guiding, directing the surge
the intensity, into our hearts,
into our pens, confident.
And when we are diminished
a spark decreasing we read,
or seek an ocean
to build ourselves
back up again.
The spirit of a poet – alive.
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”