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Charity of spirit shared
 love and dreams of ideal forms
Birth of the Poet
They call me Poet
division of attentions
In love
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The wild thrumming of a heart in passion
Enough to spark my coming
Nestled softly in my mothers womb
I found the sublime realisation
I am a inspired being!
Of love I was fashioned
To love I go into this world for
to inspire,fufill,invoke compassions
As her heartbeat gave mine form
softly reverberating through me
I became aware of mothers love
suspended in the bliss of perpetual dreams
(here the angels whispered to me)
I knew I was to come into greatness
to devise dreams of the stars
of water which I gathered integrating
combining to form a flesh hereto unseen
This is what I am made to do
This is what I shall give the world
as they open the pages of my book
someday soon they shall call me Poet |
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